Zoe
Three months slipped by faster than I expected, the garage settling into a steady, thriving rhythm that felt both entirely new and comfortably familiar all at once. Word had spread quickly through the local riding community about Carter's Custom Cycles reopening, old customers of my father's returning alongside new ones drawn by reputation and curiosity both, and I found myself busier than I'd anticipated, the workshop humming with activity most days from open to close.
Mason worked alongside me most mornings before heading to handle his own responsibilities within the club, our old rhythm from those early days rebuilding the race bikes settling naturally into our new life together. Jax handled security and logistics, keeping the garage properly protected without ever making the plac
