By the time late afternoon rolled in, I was tired, and still pissed. Shoving a tumbler in place harder than necessary, I stepped out from behind the bar, shoulders tight, and jaw tighter. The common room buzzed with a lazy rhythm; a couple of the members played cards, and someone argued about parts near the garage…life moving like nothing was off, but everything was.Grabbing a bottle of water from the cooler, I twisted the cap and took a long swig. Minutes later, still carrying the bottle, I pushed at the doors to the outside, hearing their groan in protest.The afternoon sunlight down on me, and shading my eyes, I swept them over the rows of gardens, then the Lean-tos beyond, seeing two prospects hauling something heavy as they bickered at each other.Eyes continuing to move, my gaze landed on Torin. Cross-legged, he sat on the gravel near one of the outer buildings, a rag in his hand, he focused his attention on the chrome of his bike, rubbing hard at it before squinting at the wo
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