Chapter 18 What My Father Knows

Lucian

"You’re going to get grease on that suit."

I didn’t look up from the bike. I didn’t need to. I knew the sound of his expensive shoes on the concrete floor, even if I hadn't heard them in this garage for years. My father didn't do garages... he did boardrooms.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

I ...

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