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“Fuck yes.”
He chuckled. “You haven’t even heard the terms.”
“I don’t care what they are,” I said. “Even if it’s just for a few days until I can find a different place…”
“Sure. Stay as long as you like. I can take you over tonight, or if you want to think about it more?—”
“No,” I said quickly. “Now is good.”
If I could avoid Rick’s bullshit and get my own place closer to work, there was nothing to think about.
I sent a text to Mel as I packed a few bags to take with me.
Ash:
Found a houseboat. I’m moving out.
Mel:
About damn time. Need help moving?
Ash:
Just grabbing a few things for now. I’ll need some help to get the rest later.
Mel:
Just let me know when.
I was leaving my family home, leaving mytown, to stay by myself in the middle of the lake—but knowing Mel would always have my back, that she’d be there when I needed support, no questions asked, made it an easier step to take.
CHAPTER 11
Sawyer
“You better not be showing our hole to a tourist!”
I paused my tour of the resort grounds. Gray, my new hire for Swallow Adventures, looked around in confusion.
Chester emerged from the trees. “This area is for the Weekend Hookers.”
Gray’s eyes widened. “The what now?”
I laughed. “The Weekend Hookers are anglers. Their fishing hole is just past those trees.” I slanted Chester a look. “Although, this property belongs to the resort. You know you’ll have to share.”
“I don’t want to share my hole. A man’s hole is precious. It should remain private. I feel like a two-bit hooker!”
Gray rubbed a hand over his mouth. Was he amused or horrified, though? Probably a bit of both.
“We need to be moving on, Chester,” I said. “I don’t want you to scare away my new hire.”
“Oh, a hire. Well, all right then.”
“But you know the resort is open for business now,” I warned. “Their first guests are beginning to arrive. You can’t scare folks off or Skylar will have to boot you right out of here.”
Chester looked offended. “He named the fishing hole for us. Hewantsus around. Plus, Kitty likes me around. I can tell.”
Oh, boy. I wasn’t so sure Brooks’s grandma needed a guy like Chester showing an interest. He was the biggest grump ever, a blowhard that never stopped complaining.
