Blake with his tongue. I loved seeing them together, but I still considered Blake a sister rather than a sister-in-law, so when they got all touchy-feely, the urge to knock Hendrixx’s teeth in reared.
“You’re just pissed Farron had to go to the restaurant and open up instead of staying here and watch you be all manly and shit,” Hendrixx tossed back at me, joining Dillion and me in the shed.
Grumbling a slew of obscenities, aware that Dillion was close, I stepped aside to give Hendrixx room at the bike lift.
“She is two waitresses down and one kitchen hand. I want to get this sprocket done quickly, so Dillion and I can get into Cattle Ridge and give her a hand.” Frustration rolled off me in waves and I knew Hendrixx could feel it too. A week ago, Farron told me she loved me and agreed to move to the Triple H and as thrilled as that made me, we were still yet to move a single suitcase here. First, we talked to Dillion, taking him to Mansfield for a night of dinner and a movie, asking him if it was okay if he and his mum moved to the farm. His reaction was as predictable as we thought, high-fiving me and grumbling at his mum that she took her time. After that, I was in moving mode, that was until Onyxx got a bad cold, and Daxx broke his arm climbing a tree. That left Mack housebound and me over at Waterford Views for four days working that farm all day, then dragging my arse back to the HHH, finishing my duties here, then falling into bed an exhausted and alone heap.
Farron and I managed to steal an hour here and there the first few days, but that did not suit me, so yesterday I hauled arse into town, packed a night bag for her and Dillion then brought them out here. Dillion picked his room at my place, and one at the main house at Mum’s insistence, then sat down with his new grandma and picked out bedroom furniture online. It was a start, and it settled my nerves that it was really happening. Soon, Farron would be spending every meal, mornings and nights with me.
Finally.
“So why don’t you just get it done yourself? You have been taking motorbikes apart since you were twelve. Why do you need me?” Hendrixx enquired, taking the spanner off me with a huff.
“Because he is so worked up about Mum not moving anything other than an overnight bag here, I think it is making him a bit cray-cray,” Dillion laughed, poking me in the ribs with an elbow.
“Watch it kid, or I will leave this slow as shit sprocket on, and you won’t be able to go over fifty,” I warned, glaring at him.
“You wouldn’t!” Dillion demanded wide-eyed. “Yeah, you would,” he huffed, answering his own question.
“Don’t worry, Dill,” Hendrixx soothed, “it isn’t how fast you go but how you handle the corners. Trust me, Nixx, Lenoxx and I spent a lot of time in the emergency department from stupid bike accidents. It is best to go slow first and learn how to be a rider; once you get the hang of it, we will up the power.”
“But we are changing this sprocket now, right?” Dillion asked anxiously, not that I blamed the poor kid, the bike was too slow, but the right size for him in all other departments.
“Hey Nixx, pass me that—” The sound of a car coming up the farm driveway had Hendrixx and I looking over our shoulders, and the ute and the person it belonged had both of us tense up.
“What the flying fuck is that prick doing here?” I growled, throwing the sprocket on the table.
“I don’t know, but he better have a good reason for trespassing again. A better reason than the last time.” Hendrixx didn’t wait to see if I was following him, because he knew I would be.
“Dillion stay behind me, mate, here.” Taking my phone out of my back pocket, I handed it to him.
“If shit gets real ring Noxx, then call Marty, he is the local copper. Tell them Dusty is at the Triple H and Hendrixx is about to kill him.”
“Kill?” Dillion worriedly stuttered.
“Well, maybe maim, but whatever he does, it will not be good for Dusty,” I answered, pointing to a spot and looking at Dillion.
“Don’t move from here, okay mate? You are about to see your first proper fistfight