It had been brewing all week, a culmination of many things, and for the most part the other techs kept out of his way. He’d been working on a custom bike for the last two days and had just pinched his fingers for the tenth time while working on the brakes when Logan approached. Shane glanced up at him, his face tight in a scowl. “What now?” He stood and rolled his shoulders, trying to loosen the tense muscles that stretched across them. “Can I see you?” Logan nodded toward his office and Shane’s scowl deepened. He tossed his tools onto the floor beside the bike. “Sure, boss.” Shane followed Forest across the busy shop, his mood dark, though he managed a half-hearted smile as Janelle waved to him from her office. Logan’s office manager, Janelle was married to Logan’s cousin, and newly pregnant with their fourth child. To say the man was a lucky son-of-a-bitch was an understatement. Janelle was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. She had a great sense of humor, loved a good practical joke, didn’t mind when the F bombs started to fly and looked damn good in plain old T-shirt and jeans.
