Custom Ride
Chapter One
Ryan felt like an idiot sitting out here with the a/c running, would feel even
dumber wandering around the lot. It wasn't as if he didn't like cars, especially
classic cars, but if he got out, it would be like he was looking for an excuse
to run into tattoo guy; if he sat in the car, it was like he was avoiding him.
He shut off the car. Heat hit him instantly. After two minutes, the air was
impossible to breathe. He opened the door. A bike was between his car and the
back entrance to the garage, and he examined it as he passed, chrome blinding in
the sunlight.
With the shimmering heat, the dark opening was too tempting to resist, and Ryan
ducked inside the garage. It was cavernous, cluttered without being messy. David
was off in the far corner at some kind of counter and even at this distance,
Ryan could see the light brown brush cut on the mechanic settling his brother's
bill. He went back out into the heat and glare.
Ryan checked out the bike again, tried to picture himself on it, laughed and
walked down past a line of cars in the back lot. He stopped between a gleaming
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