I stared at Jace for a few seconds convinced I’d heard him wrong.
“Every motorcycle?” I asked.
“The whole club.” He said giving me a small nod.
I glanced past him toward the row of motorcycles lined up outside the workshop. There were six parked in the yard today but I knew that wasn’t the full number.
“How many bikes are we talking about?” I asked.
“Twenty-three at the moment.” He said.
“Twenty-three?” I asked and Hunter grinned.
“Some of us collect them.” Hunter said.
“I’m beginning to think some of you have a problem.” I said and Derek folded his arms.
“We prefer the word hobby.” Derek said.
“I prefer the word expensive.” I said and Hunter laughed.
“You’ll fit in around here just fine.” Hunter said.
I rested both hands on the workbench while my brain tried to proces
