— mason.
“Thought so. And not exactly what I was gonna ask,” he quipped with an easy grin. He could understand the need for the statement. Happened all too often with his own bike. “Was just gonna ask what you’re working with. Don’t quite recognize it.”
“Oh. Well, now I look fucking idiotic. Ignore that I said that now, thanks.” She shook her head, mentally slapping herself. Sometimes she was aggressive for no reason at all. “I kinda put it together myself. So it’s a lot of different stuff. It was broken down and I fixed it up. It’s pretty much a Sullivan Abernathy original.”













