known what my answer would be. “Sure you don’t want any of my ancient wisdom regarding your new lady love?”
“Wait. What makes you think it’s not Brit?” Obviously it wasn’t, but still. How did hell did psychic Moira know that?
She laughed again. “Why would I think it was Brit? The only feelings you ever had for that girl started out as a tingling sensation in your pants and never went much further.”
“Well, this has definitely gone further. Much further.” I stared out at the water. Hard to believe Embers and I had gone from standing face to face, to being back to back with three thousand miles between us. Thank God it was temporary.
Two days later and Brady hadn’t returned. Neither had our truck. It had now been ten days already since Austin had taken off with it and put us temporarily out of business. Our social media accounts had been blowing up with people asking where we were and when we would be back. The only thing that made the whole situation even worse was not being able to give them a real answer.
Austin had been refusing my calls since Friday and when I actually drove out to his house on Sunday, there had been no sign of him or our truck. Since our divorce he had switched jobs twice, and currently I had no idea where his place of employment was, so basically, we were at his mercy. Of course he knew that and likely relished every second of it.
I wasn’t worried so much about missing a week or two of work. Financially we’d make it through the month, but I had no idea the repercussions our business would have to face in the long run because of our inexplicable absence.
It was a dog eat dog world out there and May and I had worked ungodly hours for the first year of our business to establish a name for ourselves. We had finally reached a place where we could slow down and work nights only. Unless of course, we felt like picking up an extra day by showing up at the beach or at some event going on in town.
Now, someone else had already had over a week to swoop right in and feed the hungry people we had left hanging after long nights of bar hopping and boozing. The longer we were gone, the easier it would be for some new sandwich to satisfy their late night cravings and then our menu would become obsolete.
“I think we need to talk to Mom again about taking a mortgage out on the house. If we told her what was happening, I think she’d do it.” May was sitting at the small desk in the living room searching the internet for a new food truck to buy. She’d been there all evening, relentlessly hunting down the elusive solution to our problem and she had yet to find it.
“No way. This house is the only asset Mom has. What if she needs it one day?” I hit send on yet another text to Austin and slid my phone into my back pocket. “We just need to make it through six more months with him. Six more months and then the bank will let us take out a big enough business loan to buy the truck from him. Then it will finally be over.”
May closed out the page she was on and grumbled, “Our business might be over before then if we don’t get the truck back soon.”
I closed my eyes and tried to bring better feelings back to the forefront. I had spent the previous week on cloud nine just being around Brady, and now as the days wore on, Austin’s dark cloud continued to take over, casting a pitch black shadow which was getting harder and harder to escape. Without Brady to lean on, it was even more difficult.
I fought the urge to call him, reminding myself that he was working and couldn’t take my calls every second of the day. Besides. This wasn’t his problem. It was mine.
I heard May’s phone buzz and watched as her
“Wait. What makes you think it’s not Brit?” Obviously it wasn’t, but still. How did hell did psychic Moira know that?
She laughed again. “Why would I think it was Brit? The only feelings you ever had for that girl started out as a tingling sensation in your pants and never went much further.”
“Well, this has definitely gone further. Much further.” I stared out at the water. Hard to believe Embers and I had gone from standing face to face, to being back to back with three thousand miles between us. Thank God it was temporary.
Two days later and Brady hadn’t returned. Neither had our truck. It had now been ten days already since Austin had taken off with it and put us temporarily out of business. Our social media accounts had been blowing up with people asking where we were and when we would be back. The only thing that made the whole situation even worse was not being able to give them a real answer.
Austin had been refusing my calls since Friday and when I actually drove out to his house on Sunday, there had been no sign of him or our truck. Since our divorce he had switched jobs twice, and currently I had no idea where his place of employment was, so basically, we were at his mercy. Of course he knew that and likely relished every second of it.
I wasn’t worried so much about missing a week or two of work. Financially we’d make it through the month, but I had no idea the repercussions our business would have to face in the long run because of our inexplicable absence.
It was a dog eat dog world out there and May and I had worked ungodly hours for the first year of our business to establish a name for ourselves. We had finally reached a place where we could slow down and work nights only. Unless of course, we felt like picking up an extra day by showing up at the beach or at some event going on in town.
Now, someone else had already had over a week to swoop right in and feed the hungry people we had left hanging after long nights of bar hopping and boozing. The longer we were gone, the easier it would be for some new sandwich to satisfy their late night cravings and then our menu would become obsolete.
“I think we need to talk to Mom again about taking a mortgage out on the house. If we told her what was happening, I think she’d do it.” May was sitting at the small desk in the living room searching the internet for a new food truck to buy. She’d been there all evening, relentlessly hunting down the elusive solution to our problem and she had yet to find it.
“No way. This house is the only asset Mom has. What if she needs it one day?” I hit send on yet another text to Austin and slid my phone into my back pocket. “We just need to make it through six more months with him. Six more months and then the bank will let us take out a big enough business loan to buy the truck from him. Then it will finally be over.”
May closed out the page she was on and grumbled, “Our business might be over before then if we don’t get the truck back soon.”
I closed my eyes and tried to bring better feelings back to the forefront. I had spent the previous week on cloud nine just being around Brady, and now as the days wore on, Austin’s dark cloud continued to take over, casting a pitch black shadow which was getting harder and harder to escape. Without Brady to lean on, it was even more difficult.
I fought the urge to call him, reminding myself that he was working and couldn’t take my calls every second of the day. Besides. This wasn’t his problem. It was mine.
I heard May’s phone buzz and watched as her
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