“Hey, I got this. You guys get to the pavilion and I’ll get the cake there. I promise.”
Sully looked down at his watch. “We have two hours, Rip.”
“I know. Which is why you need to go to the venue and make sure everything else is handled with the rest of these idiots.”
“I’m not an idiot,” Cash muttered.
“No? Is that why you have a purple streak in your hair before the wedding?”
Cash grinned. “It was for a good cause.”
I rolled my eyes. “Losing a bet with Parker is not a good cause.”
“It was for me.” Cash waggled his blond brows that had been bleached thanks to the last bet. Having the chief of police as his best girl was not for the faint of heart.
“Kai and Cam, you guys can get Sully to the venue?”
Kai nodded. “Limo is on its way.”
Hopefully it was more reliable than Mercy’s van. “Okay. I’ll meet you there. Can you bring my suit jacket?”
Cam nodded. “Don’t worry about that. Just get the cake to the venue, man.”
I grabbed my duffel bag of backup supplies, but my space was going to be at a premium. With five brothers, there was bound to be something that went wrong at this wedding. Being the oldest Murdock meant I’d played dad more often than I’d like during their teen years but today was an important day.
I wasn’t going to let Sully have to worry about anything. He was too busy being the strong one for everyone.
I was going to make sure the wedding went off without a hitch.
I hurried out into the garage and to the Caddy. It took a few minutes to uncover her, but the deep forest color of my car gleamed in the lights of the shop. “Don’t fail me now, Baby.” I got inside and gunned the engine.
I’d souped her up over the years and the engine purred to life for me. She was a ragtop which was going to be my saving grace. I backed her out of the bay and gunned the engine to blast out the dust and warm up the oil. Luckily Murdock Automotive was on the edges of town and it was a quick ten-minute ride out to her.
The road was mostly empty. It was too early for most people to be arriving to the wedding, but that would be changing soon. Icame up on the brightly colored van with a few emergency lights blinking on the road.
At least she was ready for any eventuality. She didn’t need to get sideswiped with that cake in tow.
I pulled off on the shoulder behind her and got out.
She kicked her door open and hopped down. My gut twisted at the long, lean length of her. She’d always been a bean pole growing up but now there were some definite curves filling out her hips and...my mouth dried.Definitelyother areas. She was in head to toe black with a hot pink Sweet Beats logo scrawled across her chest. Her hair was tied back into a cherry red bandana that was full to bursting with whatever was going on under it.
“You’re going to bring me in that?!”
“Nice to see you too, Mercy.”
She paced away from me and shook out her hands. “God. Oh, God. I can’t believe this.”
“Let me take a quick look under the hood. Maybe we’ll get lucky.”
Her eyes were a little wild, but they calmed at that. “Fine. Yes, please.”
I opened the driver door and found the latch for the hood. I propped it up and sighed. The newer vans were pretty much a computer and this one would probably have to go on it to figure out exactly what was wrong. I poked around at the usual suspects hoping it was just a faulty connector on the battery or spark plugs. Not that I’d be able to do much without the specific ones that worked with this brand.
“Hop in and try to start it.”
She got in and the tell-tale click made me groan. Her starter or alternator was probably fried.
“Okay, that’s good.”
