“Indeed,” he murmured.
“Okay, well, thanks for keeping me company last night.” After my dismissal, I gave an awkward wave and escaped into the bathroom, hastily closing the door behind me. I went to the sink and peered into the mirror.
Yikes.
I did not look fresh as a daisy.
I looked like a daisy that had been trampled, yanked out of the ground, and put through a grinder.
With a sigh, I grabbed my toothbrush. I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when I heard my phone ring in the other room.
I was prepared to let it go to voicemail, but then I heard Brooks’ low murmur.
Great. He was still here.
I washed my face and patted it dry. Steeling myself, I braced my shoulders and opened the bathroom door.
Brooks sat on the edge of the bed and held out my phone to me. “It was the tow company. I took care of it.”
I grasped the phone from him, our fingers brushing. An electric charge jumped between us.
My hand trembled. “Took care of what?”
“I told them where your car was and to take it to Sandusky’s Auto Shop.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Don’t worry about it. Milton’s on his way to get your car now. We can have breakfast and then head to Sandusky’s. It’s in Silver Springs. Huckleberry Hill doesn’t have an auto shop. Glasses,” he said, holding out his hand.
“What?”
“Your glasses. Give them to me. They’re filthy. I’ll clean them for you.”
“Were you this bossy yesterday?” I asked as I took off my glasses and gave them to him.
“Yes. You just didn’t notice. And you didn’t seem to mind me rescuing you.”
“It was either let you rescue me or sleep in the back of the car and hoof it to The Regal Beagle this morning.”
He handed my glasses back to me.
I slid them on my nose. “Oh. That’s better.”
He rose from the bed. “Meet you in about fifteen minutes. We’ll get breakfast. And before you bother protesting, I can hear your stomach rumbling.”
CHAPTER FIVE
The B&B
“We could just eat here,” I said to Brooks as I locked my suite door.
“Richard serves a light breakfast—yogurt, fruit, that sort of stuff. I need something heartier. Eggs, bacon, coffee you could float an anvil in. We’ll go to The Diner.”
“Oh, yeah, good call,” I said. “Do you mind if we stop off at Sweet Teeth first? I want to say hi to Gracie.”
“You know Gracie?” he asked in surprise.
“Yeah. I was here about two months ago for Hadley’s wedding. I met Gracie and I kind of know my way around Huckleberry Hill. Well, downtown anyway.”
