I looked at my watch.
Or, more accurately, the watch that was delivered to my porch today.
It was actually Jasper’s watch.
It was also a Rolex.
I had to look it up online to see how much money it cost, and my stomach ached a little bit at the price.
I was also in shock at how the delivery driver had just handed it over and didn’t ask me to sign anything.
He’d just handed me the box and left.
And since we’d been playing the stealing each other’s packages game since last week, I saw no reason to not open this one.
Though, when I saw the thoughtful note inside from a man named Haggard, which I thought might be Jasper’s sister’s man, I’d hesitated to put it on.
But, I mean, I was doing Jasper a favor. That was a twenty-eight-thousand-dollar watch he was just going to have delivered onto his front porch.
“Are you even listening to me at all?”
I sighed. “No. I was looking at the snow.”
“It’s snowing?” she shrieked.
“Yes,” I answered. “Like, literally right now.”
“Oh.” She paused. “No wonder you’re not paying attention…” I heard the sound of her footsteps, then the creak of her back door. “It’s not snowing here, you lying cow.”
“It’s snowing here.” I switched to FaceTime. “Look.”
She gasped. “That’s not fair!”
I smiled. “What was it that you called about?”
She grumbled darkly under her breath before saying, “Cutter and Jasper are running in a marathon today that runs right by your house.”
I blinked. “What?”
“They signed up for it last minute. Cutter had to finish one by the end of this year or they were auctioning off his bike. I’m not sure why Jasper agreed to do it, though. He really sucks at running, which was why he was originally exempt from the running a marathon thing that they did a while back in Hawaii. Cutter couldn’t run that one because he was sick as a dog. And he’s been putting it off ever since.”
I rubbed at my eyes. “When were they supposed to start this run?”
Just as I said that, a runner ran past wearing candy cane short shorts and nothing else.
He had to be freezing.
He also had a camera pointed at his face with a man riding an electric bike holding said camera.
I’d bet he was in first.
“About thirty minutes ago,” she answered. “You’re at the halfway point on the course. They make two loops. They’ll be passing you twice,” she said. “I wanted you to take pictures. No way am I going out today. It’s so damn busy.”
I agreed.
“Okay,” I said. “Is there a way to track him or anything?”
“You mean them?” Searcy quipped, unaware of my obsession with my grumpy neighbor. “They’re wearing numbers, and I think you might be able to track that. But I don’t know their numbers because they didn’t share that information before they started.”
