“He said if I keep doin’ a good job, he might hire me.”
“Wow, bud, that’s great.” I parked the car and smiled. “Proud of you, Leo.”
“Thanks, Indy.”
We climbed out of the car, and he walked with a confident swagger into the dorms, while I checked in with the counselors, then made my way home.
I loved my townhouse. It was small but it was all mine. About the only thing I dipped into my trust fund from my mother to purchase, in fact. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, just over a thousand square feet, a big kitchen because I loved to cook, a small great room and office, but the selling point was the giant bay window with a view of the mountains. It was perfect.
I should probably dip into Mama’s money again to fix my car, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I don’t know why, but I felt like I should make it on my own.
My father offered to help (often), but I was his daughter, and we shared a stubbornness that couldn’t be compared. In my defense, Dad was in sales, and well past retirement age but still working, so I didn’t want to dip into his social security just to have a few nice things.
Shaking off my melancholic thoughts, I did my nighttime routine, sliding into bed but unable to find sleep. I could not get a handle on this man and his motivations behind helping Leo. Because it was obvious to me that hewastrying to help.
I just needed to find out why.
Obviously, it wouldn’t be tonight, so I forced myself to shut my brain down and sleep.
Indigo
Iawoke the next morning with a raging headache and a craving for something stronger than my overworked coffee maker could produce. I decided I’d splurge for a real coffee and headed to Flick’s Beanery.
As I walked toward the door, I lost purchase on the handle, looking up to find Jekyll smiling at me. “I’d know the sound of that fanbelt anywhere.”
I grimaced even as my heart raced. “It’s getting worse, huh?”
“Yeah,” he agreed as I stepped into the shop.
“Are you leaving?” I asked.
“Nope, just got here. You got time to sit for a bit?”
On your face?
Goddammit, Indigo, get a grip.
