Page 55 of Don't Look Back

“Yes,” I chuckle. “When I moved, I wanted something that reminded me of home, so I stole it from her.”

“Does she know?” Sophia stares at me with wide eyes.

“Yes. I was wearing it one time when we facetimed. She was so mad. Apparently, she thought she lost it when she moved.”

“Doesn’t she want it back?”

“Nah, she says she has Wyatt’s sweatshirts to wear now and her baby belly won't fit in any of her clothes anyway.” I lift my shoulders in a shrug. I wouldn’t want to give the sweatshirt back to her even if she wanted it. I love that thing.

“Alright, I think all of these bags are stuffed to the limit.” Sophia stands and glances around the room. “I think with one more trip, we could have this place cleaned out.”

“Me too.”

We each grab three bags and hoist them over our shoulders, more than happy to get back to Colt’s house. I open the front door and gasp. It’s snowing even hardernow and we’ve gotten at least a few inches of snow coating the roads in the short time we were inside.

“Uhh… Are we stuck here?” Sophia nibbles on her bottom lip.

“No. No, we’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” She eyes me wearily.

“Not at all.” I chuckle. “We get a lot of snow here and I’ve never gotten stuck though.”

“Should we call Colt?”

“No, but we need to get going before it gets worse.”

Chapter 31

Colton

I let out a sigh as the man tells me again how he didn’t see the car parked on the side of the road. It’s not his fault he smashed into the back of it and totaled both of the cars. After all, the other car was white and how was he supposed to see it in the snow?

“Sir, can you wait right here? We’re going to call and see if we can get a tow truck out here.”

“Of course! Yes, I can do that!”

“Great. Don’t go anywhere. We wouldn’t want you to get lost in the snow and some car plow into you because they didn’t see you.” I barely refrain from rolling my eyes at him.

Pecker snorts with laughter, then coughs to try to cover it up. “Sorry, there must be something in my throat. This dry air is killing me.”

“Oh, I know. I wake up every morning with my mouth feeling as dry as cotton balls!” The man shakes his head.

Pecker and I nod, unsure of what else to do. As soon as we’re tucked inside the SUV, I groan and let my head fall back against the seat.

“There was something in your throat, huh?” I twist my head to smirk at him.

“I didn’t know what else to say,” he chuckles. “It’s your fault for being so sarcastic. He didn’t even catch on to you making fun of him.”

“Nope! How do you do that though? I understand the car is white and there’s not the greatest visibility right now, but why would you drive that close to the sidewalk? There could be a kid playing in the snow.”

“I'm fairly certain he wasdrivingon the sidewalk, not the road. Did you see the tire marks? He’s lucky he didn’t hit a house.”

“I'm sure he’d have an excuse on why he hit the house too.” This time I don’t stop myself from rolling my eyes.

I hate people who excuse away their screw ups. I’m all about owning up to my mistakes and learning from them. I'm fully aware that every choice I make could have a consequence and I could royally screw up.

I grab my phone to call the tow truck. I’m still trying to figure out who that other car belongs to, but I don’t recognize it. If we can't figure it out, I'll haveto start knocking on doors and asking people. Something I really don’t want to do with how hard it’s snowing.

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