He thinks for a minute,
finally shakes his head.
I’ll assess the damage.
If I can pull it out, I’ll
come get you. If not,
we’ll call my buddy
at Reno Tow. He owes
me, anyway. Telltale wink.
Brad takes off to find
some jeans, and I find
a growing affection for
the guy who took me in.
Brad Takes Off
And I go upstairs, seriously in
need of a smoke. When I reach
for my Marlboros, my cell tells
me I have two new voice mails.
The first is from Trey.
Hey, babe. It’s about nine
on Saturday and it’s raining
like insanity, which means
it’s seriously blizzarding up
in the mountains. I’m not
going to chance it until it
stops and they plow the roads.
I’ll get there soon as I can, okay?
I knew he was going to say
that. But was there another—
definitely female—voice
in the background?