Chapter 11

Erik

Jack shows me his plans for his café. The architect did a decent job. Restaurants and cafés aren’t my specialty, but I strongly suggested one of the walls be removed. After putting a few holes in the walls, we look inside and find it’s a load bearing wall. As I start calculating the beam strength required to hold up the roof from caving in I hear a loud motorbike pull up out front.

The female ridder catches my eye. I’d recognize that body anywhere, I see it often enough in my dreams. Harley dismounts her bike and removes her helmet. Christ, she’s going to kill me in that leather get up. I watch her bend over to look at something on her bike.

"Fuuuck!” She comes inside clearly unhappy about something. “Hey Jack!”

Harley notices me watching her. She stops in her tracks.

"I didn’t know you’d be here. Why are you so dirty?”

I look at my shirt and realize I’m covered in debris from our little demolition session. “I was help