A dragonfly landed on my hood. It sat there completely motionless while the man crouched to examine my tires. Then he clicked off the light and went back behind the car. More clanking chain noises and a minute later he returned to the window. “I looked the car over. I don’t see any damage. You should be fine to drive.”
“Thank you,” I said, sliding two twenty-dollar bills through the crack.
He smiled. “This is a freebie. Drive safe.”
He went back to his truck and honked, putting up a friendly hand as he drove past me into the fog.
Chapter 2
Daniel
A hundred bucks if you get her to leave with you,” Doug said, nodding at the redhead sitting at the bar.
It was the woman I’d pulled from the ditch half an hour ago. Fifteen minutes later, she’d walked into the VFW.
It was nine o’clock on a Tuesday night in April, which meant the whole town was crammed into the bar. The snow had melted, and it was officially the off-season. Everything except for Jane’s Diner and this place was shut down until the river heated up, and Jane’s had closed at eight o’clock. The tourists were gone, so this poor unsuspecting woman was not only sticking out like a sore thumb, but she was also one of the only women in this tiny town who wasn’t either related to us or had grown up with us. She was going to be relentlessly pursued.
I scoffed at my best friend, chalking the end of my cue stick. “Since when do you have a hundred bucks?”
Brian laughed from his barstool. “Since when do you have five bucks? And if you do, you better give it to me. You still owe me from drinks the other night.”
“Good luck with that,” I muttered.
Doug flipped us off. “I have it. And I have your five bucks too, dick,” he said to Brian. “Besides, I’m not paying the whole bet. Losers each put in fifty, and whoever gets her to go home with you takes all.”
“Leave her alone,” I said, taking my shot. The balls bounced around the table, and the six ball went into the corner pocket. “That woman is not going home with anyone in this bar. Trust me.”
Women like her wanted nothing to do with guys like us.
The car I’d pulled from the ditch was a Mercedes. It was worth more than all three of us probably made in a year. Not to mention she was dressed like she was headed to a cocktail party on a yacht. Fancy dress, huge diamond studs in her ears, diamond tennis bracelet—she was clearly on her way through town and had no intention of stopping for a layover. In fact, I was surprised she’d stopped here at all instead of driving the forty-five more minutes to Rochester to eat. The VFW wasn’t exactly fine dining.
Doug was already fishing money out of his wallet.
“I’m not interested,” I said, putting the eight ball cleanly into the side pocket. “I don’t like betting on other human beings. She’s not an object.”
Doug shook his head at me. “At least try to have fun.”
“I’m having fun.”
“Oh yeah? When’s the last time you hooked up with someone?” Doug asked. “It’s been what? Four months since Megan?”
“I’m not looking to hook up. Thanks though.”
Seeing he wasn’t getting anywhere with me, Doug turned his attention to Brian. “What about you? Hundred bucks.”
Brian almost immediately glanced to Liz, working behind the bar.
Doug rolled his eyes. “She’s married. Married. You need to get over it. It’s getting depressing. Get on a dating app or something.” Doug tipped his glass of Sprite at Brian. “I met twins on Tinder last week. Twins.” He bounced his eyebrows.
I took my shot. “Oh yeah? You got to disappoint two women at once?”
Brian laughed.
Doug ignored me. “I’m serious, man. She’s not gonna leave her husband. Do your thing.”
Brian peered back at Liz. Then, almost on cue, the door to the VFW opened, and Jake sauntered in wearing his police uniform.
We all stopped to watch him walk to the bar. He made his way through, slapping backs and saying hello louder than necessary, just to make sure we all knew he’d graced us with his presence.
He went around the counter like he owned the place, strode over to Liz, and pulled her into a dramatic kiss. Hooting erupted in the bar, and Doug and I shared a glance. What an asshole.
I looked back at Brian, just in time to see the hurt move across his face.
Hell, maybe Doug was right. I wasn’t saying that betting on women was the answer, but Brian did need to get over this shit. Liz wasn’t leaving Jake—even though she should.