Ryder POV

The sound of metal on metal draws me to the garage three days later.

Jolie is bent over Phoenix's bike, her small hands buried in the engine compartment. Doc stands beside her, pointing out different components while she nods and asks quiet questions.

"Hand me that socket wrench," she says without looking up, her voice focused and sure.

Phoenix passes it over, looking nervous as hell. His bike has been giving him trouble for weeks—stalling out at the worst possible times, refusing ...