her, I couldn’t stop. Sasquatch tilted his head, like he knew what I was about to say.
“What do you think? Make a little more progress tonight?”
He stood.
“Might as well.” I swallowed the last of my whiskey and got up. “We don’t have anything else going on.”
Sasquatch followed me outside into the cold night air. It was dry—no sign of a spring snow—but chilly now that the sun had gone down. A cool silence hung over my land, the only sounds the pad of dog feet and crunch of my boots on the gravel walkway. A twig snapped in the distance, making Sasquatch pause, his ears swiveling toward the sound.
“Probably just a raccoon.”
I lived in a small two-bedroom cabin that had already been on the land when I’d bought it. It had needed some work, so I’d fixed it up. It wasn’t fancy, but it was livable, and a guy like me didn’t need much.
I’d bought the land more for the space—I liked not having neighbors—and the shop. The building had been here, but like the cabin, it had needed work. I’d rebuilt the whole thing, and now I had a custom car garage with room for three project cars, plus an office and a bathroom.
Somehow I’d turned a hobby I’d picked up from my grandad into a business. Not bad for a college dropout.
I flipped on the shop lights and turned on a space heater and some music. I was working on two different projects right now. One to flip—a ’69 Dodge Super Bee that I’d be able to sell for three times what I had put into it when it was done.
The other was Eleanor. My ’67 Mustang GT500. She wasn’t a flip car. I had something special planned for her. The Pacific Northwest Classic Car Show was coming up and she was going to turn heads. If she turned the right heads, it would mean big things for me and my shop.
I rolled up the sleeves on my flannel shirt and got to work while Sasquatch laid on his bed in the corner. Despite the fatigue in my body, it felt good to do something. The glass of whiskey had been just enough to take the edge off, and the work occupied my thoughts. It was better to stay busy. Less room to think that way.
There were too many things I didn’t want to think about.
A car pulled up outside, the throaty rumble of the engine carrying through the shop walls. I groaned. I knew that car. It was Logan.
What the hell did he want?
Sasquatch was already on his feet to investigate the noise. I opened the door and waited with my arms crossed. Sure enough, Logan’s 1970 Chevelle was parked outside. He’d bought the car years ago and had been tinkering with it off and on ever since. Sometimes it even ran. Six weeks with her and I could have had her in mint condition, but it was his project. Plus, he was my brother; I couldn’t have charged him, and the last thing I needed right now was to sink time into a freebie.
Logan wasn’t alone. His identical twin, Levi, got out of the passenger side, and our youngest brother Gavin climbed from the back seat. No Asher, but unlike the rest of us, he actually had a life.
“Hey, bronut,” Logan said, but his smile quickly faded.
Sasquatch stood in front of him, barring the way in.
He hesitated, shifting to his right, then his left. Sasquatch mirrored him. “Dude, can you call off your dog?”
I watched for a few more seconds, mildly amused. “Sasquatch, come.”
My dog obeyed, moving over to sit next to me without taking his eyes off my brothers. Although he was well trained, he was also highly territorial. Made him a badass guard dog.
He knew my brothers, so he wouldn’t actually do anything. But watching him scare them was entertaining.
“What are you guys doing here?” I asked.
“You weren’t answering your phone,” Logan said.
“So?”
“Are you still working?” Gavin asked. “It’s Friday night.”
“You need a hobby.” Logan took a step closer, but Sasquatch growled.
Gavin swept past the others, patting me on the shoulder as he walked into the shop. Of course that crazy son of a bitch wasn’t afraid of my dog. Gavin had been born without the gene for fear.
“Sasquatch, let them in,” I said before he could bark. Stepping aside, I pushed the door open wider for Logan and Levi.
My brothers and I all looked a lot alike. We got our dark hair, brown