Hurrying to my room, I plopped down on my bed and groaned in humiliation. How could I have done that? I was so stupid! And I was still wearing his shirt!
Sniffing it, I moaned. It smelled like him. God, I could live in this thing and die a happy woman. But that would be bad. Very, very bad.
No, from now on, I was going to stay on my side of the property line and only wave if I saw him around town. There would be no more sleepovers or borrowing his clothes. I wouldn’t go into the bar, and I would be damn sure that Remi knew not to call JR under any circumstances.
“I have to get to work,” I muttered, pulling my shit together.
I hurried through my morning, skipping my cup of tea until I got to the shop. I would need a pot instead of the usual two cups if I was going to make it through this day.
Luckily, Sawyer and Cuddlebug were still asleep, or at least pretending to be asleep, allowing me to slip out without either of them aware of my existence. I wasn’t sure how I was going to live in the same house with either of them, but I’d work that out later.
For now, I grabbed the keys to the convertible that Cuddlebug had basically stolen and made my first stop of the day.
Frank’s Dealership.
A winning name if I ever heard one. The man had the ability to sell a rhinoceros to a giraffe, yet he couldn’t think of a single good name for his shop. It was amazing.
Slamming the door on the shiny, green car, I strode toward his office. When he saw me coming, he rushed for the door, trying to lock it, but I got there first and pushed as hard as I could against his weight until he stumbled backward.
“Frank,” I warned. “You and I are going to have a discussion.”
“I swear,” he fumbled over his words. “She said it was okay. She said you would love it!”
“Where’s Delilah, Frank?”
“Why would you want that old hunk of junk back?” he asked, his beard twitching along with every other piece of his body as he backed away from me.
“Frank, I did not ask for my car to be traded in. Nor did I want the accompanying five-hundred-dollar payment every month. You know how much I love Delilah!”
“Josie,” he smiled. “Be reasonable. She’s going to die eventually. Why not just cut your losses now?”
“Because I don’t have five hundred dollars a month to pay you with, and neither does the woman who convinced you to trade in Delilah,” I snapped. “Now, if you ever want to get any money for the car outside, you’re going to put her back on the lot and bring me my car. Now!”
Scrambling to the back, he grabbed the keys off the hook and nodded quickly as he exited the office. Within ten minutes, I had Delilah back and I was headed into my shop for my much-needed tea.
Scarlet may have won the battle yesterday, but I was determined to win the war.
21
JR
“So?”Jeff asked as he walked over to me, tossing me my hard hat.
“So, what?”
He waggled his eyebrows at me, leaning in closer. “How was she?”
I knew what he was talking about, but there was no way I was giving him a damn thing. “Not sure what you’re talking about.”
“It’s all over town, man. You and the apothecary girl? You know, for a while, I thought I might hook up with her, but she’s a little too weird for me. All those herbs and shit…it’s just strange.”
I didn’t say anything as I walked over to the site and got started, but Jeff just wouldn’t drop it.
“So?”
I sighed, turning to him. “So, what?”
“Man, you’ve gotta tell me. Was she good?”
