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inside her anymore, I take my woman home and make love to her, knowing that plans change, life kicks us in the ass, but one thing that will never in my lifetime change is the love I have for the woman with me.
     

Dreams
     

    Clive told Tommy and me to take a few days off. He even offered to pay us to do it. In good faith, I couldn’t let the man clean up the mess on his own, though. Therefore, Tommy and I both arrive at the shop on time as if it were any other day on the calendar.
    Only, it isn’t.
    We both look like hell and heaven all twisted into one. Knowing what we came so close to losing yesterday, it’s obvious Tommy slept about as well as I did, which was none. The glimmer in his eyes and the way his woman Marie drove by here on her way to work just to blow him a kiss tells me they had a similar night to Dia and me. They haven’t been together long. What started out as a hookup may be turning into something more substantial. Only time will tell, and yesterday, we almost lost it all. We both had the weight of taking a life on our shoulders, but at the same time, we both know, if we hadn’t, we wouldn’t be here to experience today at all.
    We don’t make it in the front door before the sound of a single Harley pulls up. Instinctively, Clive comes to the door, and we turn to see who it is.
    Rhett twists the throttle, causing the bike to rev before he rolls into the parking lot.
    “Figured you could use an extra hand,” he says, climbing off the steel machine.
    “It’s appreciated,” I tell him as two then three cars pull in.
    We stand in awe as more people arrive, all to lend a hand in the cleanup of the front office for Clive.
    When I look over at the man who is as much a father to me as my own dad was, I see tears in his eyes. The events have shaken him. The age and worry stand out in his features unlike before.
    The day moves quickly as each person takes on task after task. When the afternoon comes to a close, the front looks brand new with the fresh paint on the walls and new seats donated from a local dentist office. Even the shop is spit shined, and we got rid of some of the old oil stains. The town really banned together today in the wake of a tragedy.
    As everyone says their good-byes, Tommy and I are profusely thanked for stepping in to save Clive, and finally, we are left with just the three of us.
    “Boys,” Clive says as we stand behind him while he locks the front door, “did some thinking last night. Talked it over with the missus, and we made a decision.”
    “Don’t think now is the best time to be making decisions, Clive,” I say suddenly, worrying over what the future holds for my job. I have more than me to think about. Claudia can’t go home since her parents have made it more than clear, if she’s with me, she’s not with them. I have to provide for us. Clive can’t close the shop because of Fury. If so, they win, and they cannot win.
    “I’m no spring chicken. The time has come to find out if retirement really means you get tired.” He lifts the keys to the front door. “Blaine, you’ve been here every day since you were barely a teen. There ain’t an inch of this property that your hands haven’t worked on.” He takes my hand in his and turns it palm up. The cold metal of the front door keys hits my skin.
    I shake my head in shock. My mind goes back to the day I almost lost it all.
    The blue lights come on behind us. I should pull over. I should stop the car right now. I should do the right thing. Only, Tommy and I aren’t exactly the registered owners of the car we are currently riding in. In fact, if Clive finds out we’re taking this particular car out on a test ride, I’m sure he would have a heart attack.
    The Plymouth belongs to Mr. Johnson who is a personal friend of some big wig in racing. The engine compartment no longer houses the stock engine but a larger Chrysler engine, instead. Everything is in line with the MOPAR family to make this a real