chapter 3

Harley

The bell rings as I open the door of the cafe. It was the first thing I had installed when I bought the building to open shop. That little vintage bell just makes me smile every damn time.

There’s a line of people waiting for their morning hit of caffeine, but I quickly find Mikayla sitting at our usual table and set the box down in front of her.

My older sister does not look amused. She’s been especially moody recently. It must be the hormones, but you won’t find me saying that out loud any time soon.

“Finally.” She mutters.

“Oh relax, I’m not that late.” I make my way behind the counter and stuff 10 dollars into my swear jar before grabbing some forks.

Every Saturday we use whatever’s in my jar to buy drinks at our favorite bar. It’s usually enough to buy all six of us two rounds each. What can I say, I’m an advocate for all words. All but one.

Mikayla notices my deposit. “What ha