“Cool. Thanks, Rip.”
We hung up and I shoved my phone in my pocket. I waved to Sully. “Be right there.”
He frowned and came out in his tux pants and untucked dress shirt. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
Sully dipped his hands into his pockets. “That face doesn’t say nothing.”
I blew out a breath. “So, you know how I’ve made it my mission in life to tow the mayor’s car when she illegally parks all over the place?”
Sully’s brows snapped together. “No. Are you shitting me?”
“I didn’t do it today.”
Sully blew out a relieved sigh.
“But she booted my tow truck anyway.”
Sully covered his mouth, but I could see the laughter in his dark eyes.
“Don’t say it.”
He shook his head. “Not saying a word.”
“Just go back in there and get ready. I’m just going to set up the off-duty message for the phones.” Not the best night to have no tow truck on duty, but that was probably the point for the mayor. I had to hope for the best since everyone and their damn sister were going to be at this wedding.
Touché, Mayor Finley. Touché.
I put my hand on the receiver of my landline phone and it rang. “Shit.” I picked up. “Murdock Automotive.”
“Thank God. I need a tow.” The voice on the other end of the line was husky and a little desperate.
“Uh, that’s going to be a problem.”
“Do not tell me that. Please, do not say that.”
The desperation took on an edge. “I’m sorry, miss, but my tow truck is in use.” A lie, but only a white one. It sure as fuck was in use. Bolted to Hope Street.
“This can’t be happening.” I heard something on the other end of the line that sounded suspiciously like a pounding hand on the wheel or dash.
“Who is this?”
“Mercy Hart.”
“Well, hello, Mercy.”
There was a pause. “Rip?”
“Sure is.”
“God, please is there anything you can do?”
“Honey, I’d love to, but.”
“Don’t honey me, you jackass. I need your help. I have your brother’s cake in my van.”
My stomach flipped. “Fuck.”
