“Do you need me to take your spot on the run tonight?"
Layne looked up from where he sat hunched over the hood of the car he was working on. Black Cherry in color, it belonged to a local friend of the club, Cash Montgomery. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Do you need me to take your spot on the run tonight?" Jagger asked again, wiping off his hands with one of the rags they kept lying around the shop.
"Why would I need you to do that?"
Jagger felt like he was talking to an elementary school kid. "You've got a woman here with you. I figured you might want to hang out with her? After all, she did come here from California." The 'duh' hung in the air, unsaid.
Sighing, Layne shook his head. "No, I had that commitment before she came. I'll see it through."
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