Early morning light was peeking through the open garage door. Otis was chomping on a rawhide bone next to me. It was my favorite time of the day to work, the world just seemed so peaceful in those fleeting waking hours. As I started to take a shot alternator out of a Silverado, Shaw made his way down the stairs into the shop.

“So?” He leaned against the truck, yawning as I cursed at the stubborn bolts. “How’d it go with Griffin?”

I grabbed the rag next to me, wiping my hands. I couldn’t help the wide grin that took over my entire face. “It went.” I pulled my lips together as I tried to leave it at that.

“No, no, no, missy.” He waggled his finger at me. “I need all the details.”

My stomach started to growl. “How about we head over to Pete’s for breakfast and I’ll fill you in on all the glorious details.”

“Perfect. I’m starving too and a milkshake sounds devine.”

We walked out the garage door. Pulling it down, I looked over at Otis, who was lying next to the Mach 1, looking at me. “Be a good boy. We’ll bring you back something tasty.”

“You know he’s a dog and cannot understand you,” Shaw teased, following me over to my car.

“You take that back. Otis totally understands me.” I barked back at him.

We took seats in a corner booth and ordered our coffee, milkshakes, bacon, and eggs right away. Our server brought us our coffee and I could have kissed her.

“Little hungover there, Liv?” Shaw asked as he watched me breath in the steam floating up from the mug.

“Whiskey gets me every time,” I complain before taking a nice, long sip of the dark java.

“I’m waiting.” He tapped his index finger on the table.

“He’s amazing,” I started, trying to decide where to actually start my recollection. “We fucked against the Mustang.”

Shaw’s eyes got wide. “Now that is hot as hell.”

“Mmmmmhmmmmm.” My face got hot instantly as I recalled just how hot it had been.

“He must have a damn perfect body.”

I nodded in agreement. “Muscles for days.”

“Now, the most important question: how was his penis?” Shaw probed under his breath.

I chuckled a little. “It was the most beautiful dick I have ever seen.”

Shaw slapped the top of the table. “Fucking fantastic! We all deserve beautiful penises in our lives.”

“Amen to that one, brother!” We both started laughing. “And, to top it all off, he’s a total giver.”

“Even better! So, is this going to turn into a thing?”

I shrugged. “It’s been one day, I have no idea. He invited us to his fight tomorrow night.”

“Fun! We’re going right?”

The server delivered the strawberry shakes. After taking a sip, I answered, “I want to, but it’s in Jersey and we have a business to run.”

“I’ll drive. You can sleep in the car on the way home. You said you want to get out of the house, and we’re fucking doing it.” Shaw was giddy as I agreed to the plan. “Can I bring Pat?”

I had no earthly clue who the hell that was. “Sure?” I raised an eyebrow at my best friend.

“The dude from the other night. His name is Patrick.”

I pulled my phone out to text Griffin, thankful to have a legitimate reason to message him. “Let me ask if he can get us three tickets.”

Me: Hey you.

It only took a few seconds for the typing bubbles to appear.

Griffin: I was just about to text you and let you know I just got home.

Me: I’m glad you made it home safely. I hope the drive wasn’t too bad.

Griffin: There was barely anyone on the road. It was kind of a nice, peaceful ride.

Me: I’m glad. So, I was just talking to Shaw about going tomorrow night and he asked if he could bring someone along. Would that be a problem?

Griffin: Not at all. I will leave three tickets at will call for you.

Me: Perfect. Thank you.

Griffin: Anything for you, love.

“That is a sight for sore eyes.” Shaw beamed across the table at me.

“What?” I glanced up from my phone.

He pointed at me. “That smile. It’s been elusive for God knows how long.”

“It’s been a while since I have felt like this,” I admitted to the both of us.

“Was it weird at all? You know, with the heart and everything?” I knew Shaw had been dying to ask that question since he’d woken up and seen Griffin leaving our place.

“Not at all. Being with him felt more right than I have ever felt with anyone before.”

Shaw raised his milkshake glass in the air. “Well then, cheers to that.”