Iย glanced down at the text while the light was red.
Celeste:ย Iโm not giving you a dime, Josh. Go screw yourself.
โGoddamn it,โ I muttered, tossing the phone on the passenger seat. I knew she was gonna do this. Leave me with my finger in the dam.ย Shit.
Iโd left her the contents of the whole house, and all I asked was for her to pay half of the Loweโs bill. Half of three thousand dollarsโ worth of appliances Iโd generously given her instead of selling them, despite the card and payments being in my name. And of course,ย Iย was somehow the asshole in all this for leaving the state for a new job three months after weโd broken up.
I had it on the highest authority she was now hooking up with some guy named Brad.
I hoped Brad enjoyed my Samsung stainless gas range with the double oven.
Asphalt-scented heat drifted in through my open windows as I sat in Burbankโs slow-moving morning gridlock. Even on a Sunday, there was traffic. I needed to get my AC fixed if I was going to survive in California
โanother expense I couldnโt afford. I should have walked to the grocery store. Probably would have gotten there faster at this rate, and I wouldnโt
have wasted gasโanother thing that cost twice as much as it did in South Dakota.
Maybe this move was a bad idea.
This place would bankrupt me. I had to host my best friendโs bachelor party, there were moving expenses, the higher cost of livingโฆand now this bullshit.
The light turned green and I pulled forward. Then the truck in front of me slammed on the brakes and I hit its bumper with a lurch.
Fuck. Youโve gotta be kidding me.
My day had been officially ruined twice in less than thirty seconds. It wasnโt even 8:00 a.m. yet.
The other driver turned into a Vons parking lot, waving out the window for me to follow. A womanโbracelet on her wrist. The wave somehow managed to be sarcastic. Nice truck though. A Ford F-150. It still had dealer plates. Kind of a shame Iโd hit it.
She parked and I pulled up behind her, turned off the engine, and rummaged in my glove box for my insurance information as the woman jumped from her vehicle and ran to look at her bumper.
โHey,โ I said, getting out. โSorry about that.โ
She turned from her inspection and glared up at me. โYeah, you know you have one job, right? Not to hit the car in front of you?โ She cocked her head.
She was small. Maybe five foot two. Petite. A dark wet spot cascaded down the front of her shirt. Shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes. Cute. Impressive scowl.
I scratched my cheek. Irritated women were a particular specialty of mine. Six sistersโI was well trained.
โLetโs just have a look,โ I said passively, putting on my calm-in-a-crisis voice. โSee what weโre dealing with.โ
I crouched between the back of her truck and the front of mine and surveyed the damage as she stood over me, her arms crossed. I looked up at her. โI tapped your trailer hitch. Your truck is fine.โ Mine had a small dent, but it wasnโt anything major. โI donโt think we need to get our insurance companies involved.โ
I couldnโt afford to have an accident on my driving record. It wasnโt good for my job. I pushed up on my knees and turned to her.
She leaned over and tugged on the hitch. It didnโt wiggle. โFine,โ she said, obviously satisfied with my assessment. โSo, are we done here?โ
โI think we can be done.โ
She whirled, darting around to the passenger side of her truck as I started for the grocery store. She dove into the cab, her legs dangling from the seat as she leaned in on her stomach. Her flip-flop fell off into the parking lot with a plop.
She had a nice ass.
โHey,โ she said, twisting to look at me as I walked past. โHow about instead of staring at my ass, you make yourself useful and get me some napkins.โ
Busted.
I put a thumb over my shoulder. โUh, I donโt have any napkins in my truck.โ
โThink outside of the box,โ she said impatiently.
Feeling a little guilty for openly admiring her assetsโor rather for getting caught doing itโI decided to be helpful. I went back to my truck, opened my gym bag, and grabbed a tee. When I handed her the shirt, she snatched it and dove back into the cab.
I stood there, mostly because she had my favorite shirt, but also because the view wasnโt anything to complain about. โEverything okay?โ I tried to peer past her into the front seat, but she blocked my line of sight.
A small, light brown dog with a white chin growled at me from the window of the back seat. One of those little purse dogs. I scoffed. It wore actual clothing.
โI spilled coffee in my friendโs new truck,โ she said from inside. She lost her other flip-flop to the sweltering parking lot and was now barefoot, her red-painted toes on the running board. โItโs everywhere. So no, itโs not okay.โ
โIs your friend a dick or something? It was an accident.โ
She pivoted to glare at me like I kicked her dog. โNo, heโs not a dick.
Youโre the dick. You were probably texting.โ
She was feisty. A little too cute to scare me though. I had to work hard to keep my lips from turning up at the corners. I cleared my throat. โI wasnโt texting. And in all fairness, youย didย slam on the brakes for no reason.โ
โThe reason was I needed toย stop.โ She turned back to the mess.
I suspected the reason was she spilled coffee on herself and hit the brakes reflexively. But I wasnโt going to poke the bear. Well trained.
I slipped my hands into my pockets and rocked back on my heels, squinting up at the Vons sign in the parking lot to my left. โOkay. Well, good chatting with you. Leave my shirt on the windshield when youโre done.โ
She climbed into the passenger side of the truck and slammed the door shut.
I shook my head and chuckled all the way into the store.
When I came back out, she was gone and my shirt was nowhere to be seen.