I know that’s not true. One, Jack’s is the only auto shop in town. Two, even if there was another one, I doubt they would let patrons do a payment plan.
She’s just blowing smoke.
Deciding to give it right back to her, I say, “I’ll let him know. Give my love to your son.”
She huffs and hangs up.
Mission accomplished.
After dealing with that witch, I decide to head to the breakroom to get some more caffeine. On the way, I grab my next folder from the stack and start looking over it. Hopefully, the next one will be easier than Mrs. Rooney.
As I turn the corner out of Jack’s office, I run into something hard enough to knock me backwards and send the file and my body flying onto the floor.
I look up to see Beau’s large frame. When did he become hard as a fucking tree?
“Shit, Jo. Are you okay?” He asks, kneeling to help me gather everything in the file folder.
“Yeah,” I reply while getting back on my feet. “I’ll be fine. I’ve got a pretty hard head.”
I’m relieved to hear him let out a silent chuckle, but I wonder if I imagined it when his demeanor quickly changes.
As if he remembers he’s supposed to hate me, he snaps, “Maybe you should watch where you’re going.”
And we’re right back to square one.
Chapter sixteen
This Bitch would do Anything for a Cookie
Jo
“Where, oh where could little Luna be?” I call as I walk through the living room, looking in all the places that my niece clearly isn’t.
I take my time flipping over couch cushions and being as dramatic as possible.
Luna isn’t a very good hider. I can see her feet poking out from the long curtains hanging from the window. She even giggles about every thirty seconds.
Leah comes walking in, handing me a glass of wine. While it’s not my typical drink of choice, I’m not going to turn down free booze. Plus, you drink enough of it, and you can’t really taste it anyway.
“Leah, I hate to break it to you, but I think Luna disappeared. She’s such a good hider that she just vanished into thin air,” I joke.
“You know, this has happened before. She turns completely invisible, but I found a trick that makes her reappear.”
“Oh?”
“Watch this.” She clears her throat. “Luna, do you want a cookie?”
The curtain flies up in a whoosh as the little girl sprints over to us.
“Here I am!”
“Go grab one cookie off the counter.” Leah looks at me. “Works every time.”
“You’re a genius.”
She laughs. “No. I’m just aware that she’s just like me, and trust me, this bitch would do anything for a cookie.”
“Same, girl. Same.”
