It was a meager selection of words but it also encompassed a lot of warnings and encouragement. It was neither a shovel talk nor an offer to walk someone down the aisle. It was quiet, reserved. Coming from Gansey, it offered a lot of things.

"We have two Camaros and a Harley to choose from, but you'd have to bring the bike back by two." Adam raised his brows, finding himself oddly more concerned about Gansey's reaction to the Harley than to Ronan. Its acquisition was a long story, tangled up in a different incarnation of the autoshop where he'd worked, inspired by its owner, Jax.

Except then Jax had gotten murdered and Adam had still had a motorcycle, one that he used as his main transportation and on which he'd conveyed every member of their circle. And Henry.