Connor POV
When I’ve got my motorcycle roaring underneath me, I start to relax and feel better. I’m still not happy that Colton won’t have to look at a broken nose, but at least he’ll have a scar and it won’t be completely straight. I pull into the diner and go inside, my eyes immediately landing on Mary’s adoring and smiling face.
She comes up and wraps me in a hug that I shrug out of before sitting down at the bar. I look down at the counter in front of me to see a drawing on a napkin and my eyebrows knit together. Why has this not been thrown away? She must have been busy today or didn’t notice it had been drawn on. I grab it and stuff it in my pocket to save her the trouble. I’ll throw it away on my way out.
“Did you ever find the pretty girl?” she gushes up at me.
