Opie wasn’t expecting to see her that morning — he’d only stopped by TM to drop off parts, still half-distracted by the noise in his own head. But when he stepped out of the garage, wiping grease from his hands, he caught sight of someone standing beside Gemma’s desk.

At first glance he thought it was a customer, maybe someone looking for directions. Then she turned, sunlight catching in her hair, and the breath locked in his chest. Jax’s kid sister… except she wasn’t a kid anymore.

She looked different — older, steadier, with a confidence he didn’t remember. The awkward girl who used to trail behind Jax and complain about sneakers getting dusty was gone; in her place stood a woman who carried herself like she knew exactly who she was now.

It threw him off more than he’d admit, and for a moment he just stood there, staring, trying to reconcile the past with the person in front of him.