Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Interesting,” June muses and pops a chip into her mouth. “Does that happen very often?”
“Thankfully, no,” Wolfe says. “I don’t have time to sell cars. It’s a pain in the ass, but I have to recoup the costs of fixing it.”
“What was wrong with it?” Apollo asks.
“Rear axle was shot and needed brakes and a general tune-up. But it’s good to go now.”
“I feel human again.”
Sarah walks into the room, and everyone gets quiet and stares at her, including me.
“I did get dressed, right?” She looks down at her T-shirt and jeans and then frowns at us. “Why is everyone staring at me?”
“So, are you in the market for a car, Sarah?” Wolfe asks her.
“Yeah, right,” she scoffs and makes a beeline for the taco buffet on my countertop. “I mean, I guess I could afford a car payment, but I really don’t want to. Huckleberry Bay is small enough to walk almost everywhere, and if I need to go to the inn, I can hitch a ride.”
She shrugs, and I share a look with Wolfe.
“How much are you asking, Wolfe?”
“Wait, you have a car for sale?” Sarah laughs and adds sour cream to her taco. “I definitely can’t afford your Ferrari, but thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“It’s a Honda,” he replies. “SUV. It’s not new by any means, but it runs great now that Zeke and I have had our hands in it.”
Her eyes narrow, and I can see the wheels turning.
“It was a car that someone dropped off for repair,” I explain to her. “They never came back to get it, and he just wants to get paid for the job and get the car off his property.”
“Basically,” Wolfe agrees. “Let’s talk about it. It would be a good car for you. I should have thought about it before.”
“I’ll have a look,” she says with a nod, her mouth full of food. “Look at me, adulting like a rock star.”
“So, I have to know,” Apollo says. “Did you knock the bitch on her ass? I don’t have many details.”
“I tried.” Sarah scowls at me. “But this one held me back and wouldn’t let me. I would have really cleaned her clock.”
“You prevented a girl fight?” Apollo demands, clearly disgusted.
“I prevented Sarah from an assault charge,” I counter.
“Ah, well, there is that,” Apollo replies.
“I don’t even remember Angela from when we were kids,” Sarah says with a frown. “Do you guys? She said she knew who my parents were, and that I come from trash, which isn’t wrong, but I don’t remember her.”
“She’s younger than us,” June replies. “By quite a bit, I think. But she might be about Scott’s age. Mid-twenties.”
“That makes sense,” Sarah says. “I wouldn’t have known her, then. Man, she hates me.”
“Well, to be fair,” Luna says, and winces, “she had it bad for Scott, from what I hear. Like, bad. And I think they dated a little, but he ended up breaking it off for some reason or another.”
“She must have gotten over it, because she had a baby with someone else. I think she was married.”
“Still, he scorned her, and you’re Scott’s sister, so it doesn’t surprise me that she wasn’t nice to you,” Luna says.
“The weird thing is, we got along just fine for a long time. Then, a few weeks ago, she decided to get all psycho on me.” Sarah shrugs. “Oh well, who knows what makes people tick? Not me. I need a margarita.”
“Coming up.” I assume the role of bartender and slice a lime in half. “Who’s in?”
Chapter Thirteen
Sarah
I have a new car. Well, new to me, anyway, courtesy of a couple grand and a good friend named Wolfe. I tried to pay him fair market value, but he wouldn’t have it.
I’ve just left his fancy garage, the one on his personal property near Luna’s lighthouse. He’s working out of there until the garage in town is rebuilt.
I’m driving through Huckleberry Bay with the windows down and the music turned up.
When I pull into Tanner’s driveway, I’m surprised to see a van sitting there. I didn’t think we were expecting company.
Tanner himself pokes his head out of the side of the big white van and grins at me as I park to the side.
“Hey, I like your new ride.”
“Thanks.” I bounce over to him and kiss him square on the mouth, then turn to admire the red Honda with him. “It runs great, of course, and, well, it’s the first car I’ve owned since I was nineteen, so it’s kind of the best vehicle with four tires.”
“Agreed.” He wraps his arms around me from behind and squeezes me tightly against him. “And when we get back, we’ll go for a long ride in it.”
I look over my shoulder and up at him with a frown. “Where are we going?”