ANDY
By the time I dropped the last tire beside the others, I was breathing hard.
Tank looked at me with an arched brow and a smirk that said it all.
I glared at him with a wicked squint. "Don't."
"I wasn't going to say anything." Tank feigned innocence.
"You were absolutely going to say something."
He grinned. "Maybe, but now we’ll never know."
I wiped my palms against my jeans and followed him into the shop.
The next hour passed more easily than I expected.
Tank introduced me to several of the men working around the garage. Most were familiar faces, even if some had changed enough that I needed a few seconds to place them. They were retired enforcers, runners, mechanics, and men who had worked alongside my father for years.
A few were also strangers, new hires by my father for
