“You have a fresh start.You get to start over.”
“I guess.”
“You can’t go back to California.”
“No, not right now.”
“Girl, you’re likely on the hit list for the cartel.That’s some serious shit.”
“Is this a pep talk or to scare me?”
“Sorry.I can come on strong.”
“Don’t apologize.I’m grateful for the company and friendship.”
“Just so you know, you’re at the top of Faye’s shit list, and that makes you my new best friend.”
“Do the two of you not get along?”
“Long story.”
“I’ve got time.”
“No, you don’t.We’ve got shopping to do.”She turns the ignition and cranks up the radio as motorcycles fire up behind us.
I glance out the side-view mirror, seeing Foolish and a guy I haven’t met yet, following us.
“Ignore the guys.You’ll forget they are even there, eventually.”
I’m not sure Foolish will allow anyone to ignore him.I get the idea he loves attention.
As though he knows we’re talking about him, he revs his engine.
As Low sings along to whatever is blaring from the radio, my thoughts drift to Woods, and I wonder when I will see him again.
I’m pathetic and I’ve got it bad.
Chapter Eight
“Howwasyourtrip?Willow tells me you brought home a souvenir.”My gran fishes for information about Jessika.
“She’s got a big mouth.”
“How about you tell me about it over some macaroni and cheese?”She’s not asking.
Nobody makes macaroni and cheese as good as my Grannie Mags.The woman knows it’s the way to my heart.She’s a tough old bird who gives as good as she gets.Loves to argue and is always right.Doesn’t matter what it is.You don’t back talk or you’ll catch the end of her wooden spoon.I wouldn’t change her for the world.She’s a rare breed of woman.
“Come on.Let’s sit out back.”
Her back deck is her favorite spot.It overlooks Devil’s Creek Lake.I take a seat and let her serve me.She wouldn’t have it any other way.She’s spoiled me with love since the day I came into this world.Has always has my back and looked out for me.Raised me and my siblings when our mother and father were too busy chasing their next high.Only time my mom as ever clean was when she was pregnant.It’s a miracle none of us were born crack babies.
“Here you are.Eat up.Lord knows you’d starve to death if you had to depend on that wife of yours.”
She’s not wrong.Faye doesn’t do a damn thing unless there is something in it for her.Mainly money or an orgasm.
“Did she give you a hard time while I was gone?”I dig into the cheesy goodness and take a swig of her sweet peach tea.
“Never saw her.”
