Page 49 of Mountain Boss

I pause my efforts, the thin material not feeling luxurious in my grip.

Growling in the back of my throat, I shove it back into place and climb onto the cramped bunk.

I lie down.

I roll on my side.

I lie flat on my back.

And I grit my teeth.

It sucks.

This mattress fucking sucks.

“God dammit.” I shake my head as I shove my hand into my pocket and pull out my phone.

As the call goes through, I roll out of the bunk.

It takes two rings before Marty answers.

“Hey, Sterling.” Marty greets me as I grip the mattress one handed. “Before you start, I saw the email already?—”

“Fuck the email, Marty. I need to know where to order new mattresses.” I grunt as I drag the mattress all the way off this time.

“Uh, a mattress? Like for your bed?” Marty’s confusion annoys me, even if it’s understandable.

“Not for my bed, for the cabins,” I bite out.

Marty makes a sound. “Have a round of food poisoning or something?”

I pause, propping the mattress up against the wall. “What… no.” I grimace as I visualize the implication of his question. “Hell no.”

“Oh.” He sounds even more confused.

“We just need new ones, alright?”

“Alright. No questions. Got it.” I can picture the old man rolling his eyes. He worked for me too long to not recognize my bad moods.

“Do you know where I can order… thirty-something mattresses?” I ask in a calmer tone.

I can hear him scratching his beard as he thinks. “I bet Rocky would have a connection. Want me to call him?”

“No, I’ll do it. Good thinking.”

“I live to serve.” Marty snorts.

I hang up. Then text Rocky.

He owns a bar and motel in the next town over, along with several other hotels.

I don’t know if we’re friends exactly, but I know him well enough that I should’ve thought of him.

Text sent, I go to the closet and pull out a set of sheets and a quilt, then I peek out the window next to the door, checking if the coast is clear.

Chapter 35

Courtney

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