But I get it. Relationships are work. And they cost a lot more than money.

“Business has been good this week,” Logan says as fiddles with the tools on the workbench. “Sierra’s been helping me around the shop, and that’s been nice.”

“I’ll come back tomorrow,” I answer gruffly.

“No rush, Murph.”

“I need the distraction.”

“Everyone in town is talking about this, Murph. She was a pillar of the community, and the media will want a statement soon,” Rafe says, gently. He knows me better than anyone. Better than Logan, even though I was always closer with Logan’s older brother, Theo.

“I’ll let the lawyers take care of that,” I say, raising my hand. “Or Savannah.”

Logan perks up. “Savannah’s here?”

I nearly forgot that he met Savannah at the shop. Nevermind that I can still taste her on my lips, I don’t need these guys getting involved. It becomes too serious once the brothers start getting involved.

“She was closer to Hazel than I was,” I answer.

“So you have a distraction already, then,” Logan laughs. He was a bit of a player before he met his girlfriend, Sierra. So he thinks this shit is real fucking funny. I send him a grimace which makes him chill out, a little.

“Plan on making a statement today,” Rafe says. He lays a hand on my shoulder. “If they don’t get official word, then they come looking for information, and trust me, that’s worse. And if you need me for anything, you know where to find me.”

“Thanks, man.” I pat him back on the arm, and it’s as close to a hug as we get.

He takes one last pull on his beer, emptying it before tossing it in the garbage can and getting back on his bike. He’s the worst cop I know. He doesn’t give a shit about rules. For him, it’s all about control.

Before they can get out of the garage, the door behind me opens and I silently pray it’s anyone other than Savannah. My prayers are answered when I turn and see Lucy standing in the doorway looking wide-eyed at the motorcycles just as they fire up, filling the garage with deafening roars.

She clamps her hands over her ears and looks at me with a look of terror. I do what instinct says to do. Quickly, I scoop her up and cover her ears with my hand and shoulder.

When I look back at the guys, they both have curious smirks on their faces.

“She’s Ryder’s kid,” I answer before they can start thinking anything crazy.

Logan waves at her with a sly smile. Sierra’s really softened him up a lot these past few months. Lucy waves back, but clings to my shoulder for dear life.