Zoe
Ryder insisted on driving me to the garage himself the morning of the grand opening, refusing to tell me anything beyond the fact that everything was finally ready for me to see. I'd been kept carefully away from the finished workshop these past two weeks, Mason citing final details he wanted perfect before my first proper look, and the anticipation had built steadily into something almost unbearable by the time we finally pulled up outside.
The building stood gleaming in the morning sun, exactly the shape I'd designed with Mason all those months ago, though seeing it fully realized instead of just sketched across blueprints stole the breath clean out of my chest. New neon signage hung above the entrance, CARTER'S CUSTOM CYCLES glowing warm and bright even in the daylight, an updated
