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Of (Biker) Mice and (Wo)men - ThirteenChapter ThirteenQuickeningheart
It was almost six o'clock before the Archer twins dropped Alley in front of the garage and took off to make it to their scheduled dinner in time. Chris was fretting about being late; Chex, of course, couldn’t have cared less. They drove away, still arguing, as Alley waved goodbye, her purchases at her feet.
She picked up numerous shopping bags and slung them over her arms, then hefted the heavy box bearing the disassembled pieces of her new desk, awkwardly dragging it into the garage and wishing she’d taken Chris up on his offer of helping to lug it up to the apartment. But since purchasing the desk at the last minute was the reason they were running late to begin with, she’d insisted he leave to meet his father as planned.
She noticed that Stoker’s bike was gone again, but Throttle and Modo were engaged in a card game. Throttle looked up, chuckling as she staggered past the folding card t