I looked to find Hennessy standing there watching me with surprised-filled eyes.
“Guy gave me the creeps,” I said, dropping the magazine about Fourth of July recipes onto the counter. “Wanted to make sure he didn’t shoot you.”
My words were harsh, but the smile she gave me was nothing less than sweet.
“Thank you.”
I walked out without telling her that she was ‘welcome.’
I wanted to, though.
I really, really wanted to.
***
“Tell me again why you can’t go to this one?” Travis asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I’m not going to repossess another woman’s car like that,” Baylor said. “I repossessed the last one, and she cried. It fucking sucked. Give me all the men. I’ll take getting shot at over being cried on.”
Travis looked at Baylor like he’d gone soft.
“She’s behind on her bill,” Travis interjected. “You don’t have a choice here. I don’t have a choice here if you want to keep getting paid.”
“You have a choice,” Baylor grunted. “Don’t act like you don’t.”
Travis looked to me, and I nodded.
I had no problem repossessing a woman’s car. I’d be able to do it. But normally when nobody else wanted to do it, Dante took it. He’d respected his employees’ right to choose what they were and were not willing to do.
“Where the fuck is Dante?” I asked suddenly. “Didn’t he used to do this?”
The sound of crickets proceeded my comments.
Travis cleared his throat, then looked up at the ceiling.
“Dante’s wife and kids were killed in an automobile accident. An accident where my sister was driving.”
My stomach clenched.
The sister I’d known had committed suicide. That was one of the first things that Baylor had told me when I’d gotten back—but only because I’d asked how she was doing.
Now to hear this?
Couldn’t this family catch a break?
“He’s gone off the deep end, I suspect.”
Travis nodded, then looked to Baylor.
“We’ve had to make some adjustments to our usual routine. As of right now, Dante no longer has anything to do with us, this business, or the town of Hostel.”
I could imagine.
Dante and his wife had gotten married at the park in town. They’d had their first baby shower at that same park. Their daughters played in that park. That park was the whole fuckin’ town.
Yeah, I knew why he’d left. Hell, I would have, too.
Especially if I had the one thing that Dante did, and then got it taken away so ruthlessly.
God, the idea of never seeing those two faces of Dante’s children again…that fucking sucked. It sucked so bad that I found myself tearing up.
“Yeah, you’re about like we are,” Baylor muttered, obviously reading the look on my face. “Still in shock, even though it happened a while ago. Fuck, I still feel like I’m going to hear them scream my name when I get to the shop late on school days.”
I looked down and studied my hands.
“Fuck.”
That about summed it up.
Chapter 6
No, I don’t care if I eat like a child. At least I don’t look like one.
-Hennessy to Krisney
Hennessy
I smiled at the checker that was ringing my Lunchables up.
“How old are you again?”
I looked over at Krisney and grinned.
“Don’t judge me. You know you still eat them, too,” I growled. “Not to mention the fact that I swear I saw you eating those crackers the other day that you spread cheese on with that little red stick.”
Krisney shrugged.
“I’d have killed to have these in Germany,” she told me.
Krisney had been posted in Germany for a stint in the reserves before she’d resigned completely just a few weeks ago.
Although, I couldn’t figure out why she’d left. Each time she talked about it, or I asked her what she planned to do now, she’d get this sad, faraway look on her face.
“Oh, no.”
I turned to the checker and tilted my head.
“What?”
“My car.”
I turned to face out the windows that lined the front of the store, and saw the tow truck backed up against the back of a red Volkswagen Bug.
“Oh, shit,” I said, turning back to her. “They’re taking your car?”
She looked down and scanned the next item.
“Yeah,” she whispered almost soundlessly. “They are. I haven’t paid the note, apparently.”
Anger and uneasiness competed in my gut.
“Do you have anything in the car that you need?”
She shook her head. “Learned that lesson the first time it happened. The only things in there are a couple of jackets that I got at the Goodwill, and a few books.”
She bit her lip at the word ‘books’ and I realized that those books probably meant a whole lot more to her than she was saying.
“Krisney, can you pay for this?” I asked her, handing her my credit card.
Krisney nodded and took the card.
There was no reason to tell her my pin. She knew mine, and I knew hers. We were best friends for a reason.
As a best friend, Krisney had to always be available to listen to me gripe. She had to bring me donuts randomly, and she had to be able to French braid my hair whenever I wanted her to since my French braids sucked ass.
It was only reasonable that she would know my pin number.
I hit the asphalt of the parking lot and started directly for where I could see the top of the tow truck driver’s head.
It was in a buzz cut, and I could swear I knew him from somewhere.
The coveralls were throwing me off, though.
I could see the man’s feet and legs, as well as his upper half, but any and all available skin was covered in an old, dingy, black coverall that hid any distinguishing features from sight.
It wasn’t until I rounded the hood of the tow truck that I got a good look at the man’s backside.
It looked good…really good.
“Excuse me,” I said. “But…”
The man whipped around, eyes filled with surprise, and I got my first good look at the man towing away the poor checker’s car.
“Tate…”
The moment he saw me, his entire demeanor changed.
He’d been frightened and on the defensive, but once he realized I wasn’t a threat, he turned loose.
“Ms. Hanes,” he greeted, turning back around to mess with some knobs at the side of the truck.
Then he pulled a lever, lifting the car up in the air.
“Ummm,” I said, feeling silly now. “Do you think it’d be okay to grab some clothes and a couple books out of this car for my friend?”
He looked over at me, those hazel eyes of his leaning more toward green today than blue. “Company policy says no.”
Company policy says no.
Okay.
“But it’s only a few books,” I excused. “And she wasn’t going to even ask for them, knowing your policy, but I could tell it would break her heart if she didn’t have them. Please?”
He grunted something unintelligible. “Go ahead. Get what you need, but just know that she already had them out of the car when I came and took it.”
I grinned at him, but it was lost on him, seeing as he’d turned around the moment he said that, continuing to do whatever he was doing at the levers and buttons.