“All right, I’m getting out of here.” I tossed a hundred-dollar bill on the bar, knowing very well it didn’t cost much for the beer and food.
But it was the only way Tink would let me give her money. Not that she needed it, but I felt like it was the least I could do. She could save it or buy herself a new pair of boots that she liked so much. Tink was a boot-a-holic.
I like sandals more so than boots. My feet liked to breathe, to have some space. But, every once in a while, when the temperature dipped into the fifties or I wanted to go hiking, I’d put on something not open-toed.
“See you bitches later. I have to help a lady become inspired.”
Both Callum and Tate hooted and made lewd comments about how I was going to inspire Mia, making me laugh.
No sexual acts of any kind were part of my plan. Mia was not even close to mixing in intimacy. She needed to find herself first before involving another person; otherwise, she was likely to develop codependency struggles, connecting happiness to that said person.
My job was to steer her away from that and any other negative habits for the next six weeks.
This was going to be fun.
