I cringe and check my smartwatch. “It’s time already?”
“They’re early.” She groans.
“How many more is that?” I count silently in my head.Three more cars.
We donothave the space to accommodate three more vehicles either in front of, behind or beside the garage.
Rebel swallows loudly. “Uh… let’s get someone to park the cars at the mart. We can explain it to Maddy. He’s sweet on my mom and I think he’d turn a blind eye. We could even ask one of the bag boys to drive for a few extra bucks.”
“I’m not asking a bag boy to drive someone’s car from our garage to the mart. If they crash it, that won’t be good for business either. We need someone we can trust.”
“I’ll see if any one of my cousins are free,” Rebel says.
“I’ll call Bobby.”
I hurry to phone Bobby, but he doesn’t answer.
Rebel returns to me, her mouth twisted in a frown.
“No luck?” I ask.
“The bag boys are looking like a great option.”
“We can’t, Rebel.”
“Then who do we call? We don’t have a lot of options.”
I let out a deep sigh. “I’ll handle that part. You can get started on the forklift.”
She runs to park the cars.
My heart starts pounding as I lift my phone. Despite being under immense pressure, I take two seconds before I dial his number.
Chance answers as if he’d been waiting for my call. “Hello?”
I say nothing.
“Tink?” Chance’s voice is full of amusement, but it quickly spirals into panic the longer I stay silent. “April?”
“I… need your help.”
Without a beat of hesitation, without a single question, Chance answers, “I’ll be right there.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
CHANCE
April may needto rent a bigger garage. Especially if business keeps booming like this.
I return after dropping off my fourth car and it seems like there are still new cars showing up at the garage.
“Whoa! It’s Chance McLanely!”
Shouts erupt as fans spot me heading in April’s direction.
I’d intentionally remained out of sight earlier. April needed me to be a driver, not a pro athlete and if I’d stopped to take pictures before getting the task done, she would have been in big trouble.