I knew that Drew had arranged to have it delivered to me.
Dawson walked up behind me and looked out too.
He didn’t speak, and I am sure had I had eyes in the back of my head, I would see bulging eyeballs and an opened mouth.
“Yes, ma’am. The paper work is complete. I just need a signature that you have received it.
I signed the X on the clipboard.
“Riley!” Dawson scolded from behind me.
I turned and shrugged my shoulders. The man thanked me and asked if I would like a demonstration.
“No. Thank you.”
I walked out to the car, hopping like a bunny as the sharp gravel penetrated my bare feet.
Holy fucking Hawaii.
This car was fucking hot. No, hot doesn’t even come close to describing this car. It was sophisticated, striking, elegant, and I swear it had its own personality. I can’t even describe the color of it. Its official name was nightfire metallic red. That’s what the window sticker said. It also had an msrp of one hundred and twenty two thousand dollars. The black porosus crocodile leather was the softest leather I had ever felt. It barely felt like leather at all. The dash looked like something from a sci-fi movie and the GPS was outrageous.
Dawson sat in the passenger seat, still speechless as he looked over the window sticker at the massive amount of standard and available equipment that this thing had. It had it all.
“Ry, you can’t accept this. Do you have any idea how much this guy spent on this thing?”
Yeah, not a penny, it’s my money.
“Drew’s not really the type to take back a gift,” I said, running my hands over the indulgent steering wheel. I was in a luxury trance. I could so see me driving this car on my adventure.
“Riley, are you serious?”
“What Dawson? I told you that I was going to find my mother. He didn’t want me driving the Civic that far.”
“How far? Do you know where she is?”
“Yes. Drew found her for me.”
“Oh, well thanks for discussing this with me.”
“I just found out two days ago, Dawson. We haven’t really discussed anything.”
“Let me come with you. I will get the week off, we’ll go see your mom, and spend the week together.”
Um…that wasn’t going to work.
“Dawson. I am going to get away from you and Drew. Can you give me that and try to understand?”
“Yeah, sure, Ry. I’ve got to go. I’ll call you later.”
“What? Now you’re pissed off?”
“Not pissed off, fed up.”
“What the hell, Daw?”
“Nothing Ry. You go wherever it is you’re going since you think running away by yourself is going to fix your problems. Riley loves Dawson. Morgan loves Drew,” he stated and slammed the door.
“Riley loves Dawson. Morgan loves Drew,” I repeated his words out loud to my new car. He hit the nail right on the head. I was giving myself a split personality.
I jumped when the phone in the car rang. Where the hell was it coming from? How the hell did I answer it? I finally figured out that I only needed to push the little phone button on the steering wheel.
“Hello,” I said, looking like an idiot trying to figure out where I was supposed to be talking.
“Do you love it?” Drew asked.
“No. I freaking hate it. You idiot.”
Drew laughed which made me smile. I loved his laugh.
“You’re such a liar. Tell me how you really feel.”
“I love it. I can’t believe that you did this. How did you pull this off so fast?”
“Money talks, baby.”
“You’re not supposed to be talking to me, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah. I won’t talk to you tomorrow.”
“Can I go in and make coffee and call you back?”
“Yes, but make sure you call me back. I want to hear if this car is as sleek as everything I have read about it.”
“It is. I’ll call you in a few.”
Chapter 22
I started coffee, went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth before calling Drew back. I know, I shouldn’t have been calling either one of them, but I just couldn’t help myself. I missed him. I walked out to the deck with my coffee and cellphone.
“Hey gorgeous,” Drew answered.
“Hey,” I smiled.
“So? What do you think?”
“You already know what I think. It’s amazing. I can’t wait to take off in it.”
“I knew you would love it. When are you leaving?”
“I was going to wait until Friday, but I think I need to go now.”
“I met your boyfriend last night,” he stated.
“Yeah, I heard. I’m kind of stunned by that. I would have loved to have been a fly on the dash of that car.”
“It’s fucking dark in Maine. I mean spooky ass dark. I was scared shitless. I was thankful to take the ride offer.”
I laughed. I could just see Drew walking down my road looking over his shoulder for something to jump out at him.
“Where did you go?” I asked.