Page 61 of On The Rocks

He glanced up. “She babies that thing more than my GTO.”

My eyebrows shot up. “You have a GTO?”

“Sure do. She’s in storage until summer.”

“The things you learn.” I took a longer sip from my beer, then I set it down.

“Storage meaning my damn barn,” Beckett muttered.

“Ourbarn, thank you very much.” Justin folded up the squares with our cash and gave a charming grin to a waitress who was passing through. “Can we have another round, sweetheart?”

“Two drafts and a Guinness?” she asked.

“That would be great.” He tucked the bundle into his pocket.

Once she left—and Justin stopped checking out her ass—he refocused on me. “What happened with Lennon’s Jeep?”

“She must have picked up a nail driving me home last night.”

“She has a spare, doesn’t she? Using a jack too much for you?”

“Fuck off,” I said, with a laugh. “It’s actually her two back tires.”

“That’s some shit luck,” Beckett said with a frown. “Especially with the tires she has.”

“Yeah, she was pretty put out about it.”

“Because her tires cost a pretty penny,” Justin interjected.

“I’ll cover it. It’s my fault she was out in the dark. Especially with all the work we’ve been doing on the rentals.”

Beckett fought a smile. “Sure, that’s the only reason.”

“Can it be done or not?”

“Testy.” Justin threw his shot back, then he took a deep drink of his Guinness. “My guy doesn’t really work on Jeeps, but I’m sure he can make it work. Will probably have to go to Syracuse to get them, though.”

“Yeah, as quick as you can manage would be great. She’s surly that she doesn’t have her ride.”

“Because she loves that purple monstrosity.” Justin shook his head. “Unless you’re going off-roading, what’s the point of driving one of those things?”

“What’s the point of a GTO?”

Justin slouched in his chair with a sappy smile. “Matilda is worth everything.”

I snorted. “Matilda?”

“Woman I bought it off of. She was?—”

“So fine?” I cut him off.

“Probably once upon a time.” Justin gave me a wolfish grin. “Hot granny for the win.”

“God.”

“Hey, we all get old.” He lifted his glass in a salute. “To Mildred Ross and her idiot grandson who couldn’t handle the upkeep, which landed me a sweet ride.”

We all laughed and lifted our glasses. “To Mildred.”

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