James chuckled at Dix waving a checkered flag as Riley roared past in his go-kart. Designed and built by Dix and James for Riley’s seventh birthday, it was fitted with a rebuilt 50cc engine and transmission from a Honda Z50, coil-over shocks and off-road tires. Painted a vibrant yellow and outfitted with lights, roll cage and a four-point harness, the go-kart was the envy of all of Riley’s friends.

 

“Maybe we should build those things, too,” Dix chuckled as he returned to the machine shop. “Riley’s going to wear the tires out.”

 

“Maybe. But I think we’re going to have our hands full at first. Let’s not bite off more than we can chew.”

 

“I hope you’re right,” Dix said as he looked at the lathe sitting on the pallet. He and James had just put the last of the milling machines onto pallets to move to their new shop. The moving truck would be there tomorrow to take the equipment across town so they could be installed in the new M&M Racing Engines shop.

 

“Trust me,” James said. “We already have an order for five engines from Yasar Racing. Once we actually begin turning engines out, more orders will follow. People are reluctant to place an order until we prove we can deliver and they see if the engines meet their performance and reliability specs.”

 

Dix nodded. “I can understand that. You’ve done this before, but it’s a big jump for me. You can’t blame me for being nervous.”

 

“Dix,” James said quietly, “you’re one of the finest engine builders I’ve ever seen. At least as good as I was. Don’t worry. This is going to work.”

 

James smiled to himself. He and Dix had talked about building racing engines before, but it wasn’t until recently they had decided to move ahead with the plans. Dix had wanted to build them in the Recycling yard, and his reasoning was sound. Why spend the money for a new shop when they had one right here? But, as James pointed out, nobody was going to spend a hundred thousand dollars for an engine build in a junkyard.

 

So over the past nine months they had built a new shop, a twenty thousand foot facility complete with a room that would eventually house their dynamometer. It was a beautiful, state of the art facility that would impress even the most jaded petrolhead. It was more building than they needed now, but it would give them room to grow without having to expand the building.

 

“I guess,” Dix said softly. He trusted James like he trusted no one else, but they were biting off a big chunk and he was afraid he was going to choke on it.

 

“Don’t worry! You have more important thing to worry about right now.”

 

Dix smiled. “I know. It’s the reason I’m doing this.”

 

“You don’t think I know that?”

 

James smiled as he thought back to those long conversations he and Dix had as Dix tried to sort out his feelings for Daisy. Dix had gone racing one more time, then hung up his spurs. Daisy hadn’t asked him to quit, but she didn’t have to. He still had his MotoGP bike, now on display in the lobby of the M&M Racing Engines building, but he rarely rode it any more. He kept his hand in racing by acting as Crew Chief for the rest of the Cutthroats, but he no longer competed.

 

James missed having him around, but he was glad he’d found someone. Eight months after defeating Leo to secure the club’s, and Daisy’s, future, he’d purchased a small house on the beach on the north side of town. The house was small, only thirteen hundred square feet, but he didn’t want or need a lot. Three months after that, Daisy and Riley left Prineville and moved in with him.

 

James had never seen Dix happier than he has been since Daisy had moved in with him. Daisy either, for that matter. Now it was like old times, except instead of Dix stepping off the school bus, it was Riley.

 

“You have everything?” James asked.

 

Dix nodded. “You sure you don’t want to be there?”

 

James shook his head. “No. This is for you three alone. But I expect to hear all about it tomorrow.”

 

Dix laughed. “Count on it.” Dix watched James a moment then took the three steps to pull James into a hug. “Thank you.”

 

“For what?”

 

“For…everything. For everything you have done for me. For being here when I needed someone. For being you.”

 

James stepped back and looked a Dix. “Dixon, the pleasure has been all mine, I assure you.”

 

Both men turned when they heard the jaunty honk of a Beetle horn, watching as Riley raced by his mother, waving as he passed, before turning the corner and disappearing into the bone yard again. Dix smiled. He was going to miss that little Bug. It seemed so…Daisy.

 

Daisy waved, her smile beaming, as she got out of her car and shut the door. She’d had the car painted back to its original blue a few months before she moved in with Dix, after her finances began to improve. Now it was one color again, but it had required nothing else other than routine maintenance since. Now she was making good on her promise to pay James and Dix back every penny for the repairs on her car. They steadfastly refused to give her a price, so she’d gone on the internet and done some guessing, but she was going to slap the last payment in their hands tonight. Moving in with Dix had been a huge help financially, allowing her to pay the debt off much sooner than expected, and she was going to take everyone out to celebrate.

 

“Hey, babe,” Dix said, pulling her in and giving her a smooch.

 

“Hey yourself,” she replied then pulled out of his arms. She dug in her purse a moment then came up with two envelopes of cash. She’d found out after the first payment they wouldn’t cash the checks she’d written them. “For you,” she said, handing one to James, “and one for you.”

 

Both men took them with muttered thanks. They had long since given up arguing with her about it, but what she didn’t know was the cash was going straight into a college fund account for Riley.

 

“Who’s in the mood to celebrate?” she cheered.

 

“Celebrate what?” Dix asked, looking at James.

 

“Paying off my debit to you two.”

 

“Oh,” James said and chuckled. “You don’t have to do that.”

 

“Jeez, Louise! I want to! I’m buying! Come on, you hardly every go out with us. It’ll be fun!”

 

James smiled but shook his head. “I would like to but I…uh…have a few more things to do in the shop so we can move tomorrow. How about this weekend?”

 

She grinned. “Okay, I’ll take a raincheck then. Deal?”

 

James grinned. “I’ll take you up on that. It’s not often I have someone as beautiful as you want to take me out to dinner. We’ll leave Dix at home to watch Riley.”

 

“Prefect!”

 

Dix snorted. “Don’t I have a say in this?”

 

“No!” Daisy and James said together before they burst into laughter.

 

Dix grinned. “Fine. Be that way. Riley and I will do manly type stuff while you’re gone. Drink beer, wrestle bears, leer at women, stuff like that.”

 

“The only woman you better be leering at is me,” she growled before she pulled him down for another kiss.

 

The last seven months, since she moved to Douglas, had been the happiest time of her life, and Dix was her true love. He had healed her, erasing the scars left from her marriage…and Riley adored him.

 

“Let me go pry Riley out of the cart,” Dix said, stepping outside to wave Riley down the next time he appeared.

 

As Riley appeared from the bone yard, Dix started motioning, the signal Riley was to put the cart into the building that once held his bikes. “You ready to head home?” Dix asked as Riley clambered out of the cart.

 

“Sure. I’m starving. What’s for dinner?”

 

Dix chuckled. If Riley was already starting to eat them out of house and home, what was he going to be like at sixteen? “Don’t know. Ask your mom.”

 

Riley ran ahead, yelling his question to Daisy as he did.

 

“You ready?” Dix asked as he reached the shop.

 

“Sure,” she replied. “You’re coming home now?”

 

“Yeah. I thought I’d ride with you, if that’s okay?”

 

“Oh,” she responded, wondering what was going on. Dix normally stayed until the yard closed, and that was almost an hour away. She just stopped by after work to pick up Riley so he didn’t have to stay so late and could start on his homework. “Sure. I would love the company, but what about your bike?”

 

“I’m leaving it here tonight. I’m taking the truck tomorrow.”

 

She frowned. Dix had bought a truck after he bought the house, but he still took his hog almost everywhere unless they were all going someplace together. Why would he leave it at the yard?

 

“Okay. Dix, what’s going on?”

 

“Nothing,” he replied holding up his hands. “I need to take the truck to haul some stuff to the shop tomorrow, and I need to change the oil in the bike. I can’t do both tomorrow unless I leave the bike here.”

 

“Oh! Okay. Let’s go then. Riley is about to die from starvation and you need to clean up before we go out.”

 

“Where are we going?” he asked as he followed her to the Beetle.

 

“Your choice.”

 

“Pizza!” Riley suggested as he crawled into the back of the car.

 

Dix didn’t really care. “Pizza it is, then.”

 

Daisy rolled her eyes as the Bug rumbled to life. “We just had pizza.”

 

Dix shrugged, looking out the window to hide his smile. He didn’t care where they went tonight, because Saturday he and Daisy were going out to celebrate again. She didn’t know it yet, or why, but she would soon.

 

The bike didn’t need its oil changed, and he had nothing to haul to the shop, but he wanted to be in the car with her when she opened the garage door and saw the new Mustang sitting in her spot. But even more than that, he certainly wanted to see her expression when she found the little box and envelope in the driver’s seat. The box contained a ring, and the envelope adoption papers for Riley. After all, the wife and son of a race engine builder couldn’t be seen putting around in a forty year old Beetle. It was bad for business.

 

THE END

 

 

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