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The ice woke her brain up. Now that she was thinking clearly and could probably rule out Addie, she realized she had no idea who slashed her tire. Or why.
It couldn’t be some random jerk. Could it?
She ran through everyone she’d come into contact with so far, and they all either couldn’t have done it because they were somewhere else or didn’t have a reason she could think of.
While she was mulling through a mental town census, Addie returned with a big bag containing more than one measly BLT.
“Since you’ve got a set of nerves on you, I’ve got a job for you.” She placed the bag in front of Erin and handed her a sheet of order pad paper with an address on it.
“I don’t need a job.”
“No, but you’re gonna dothisjob for me.”
“Why?”
“Because there’s a free BLT in there for you, too.” Addie waved the paper at her again. “Take the rest of the order to this address.”
Erin stared at the bag and paper in disbelief. “Don’t you have someone else who can do this? I can pay for my sandwich.”
“No, I needyouto bring this.” Addie glanced around and lowered her voice. “Didn’t you see the news?”
“The news? No. Why?”
“Just take this. You’ll see why when you get there.” She placed the paper in front of Erin and took the empty glass without a word about it. “Please.”
ChapterFourteen
Samantha reachedfor a beer in the fridge, not paying attention to which she grabbed from a mixed case of regional brews, a birthday gift from her brother-in-law earlier that summer. She popped the top and took a long swallow of whatever it was.
She nearly choked on it.
Super hoppy. Borderline skunky. And somehow sweet and fruity. Definitely not her favorite.
But it was easy to grab and kept her from shooting straight whiskey. Or drinking it directly from the bottle.
Dexter was still asleep in the bedroom. He could sleep through anything except a stranger’s voice in the house. Just as well. She wasn’t in the mood for company. Not even his. Not after the day she’d had.
Before she reached the couch, a knock on the front door echoed through the living room.
No one visited unannounced.
Her sister, maybe, but she’d already texted after seeing the news. Plus, she was home with a sick kid. and her husband wasn’t getting back from a work trip until tomorrow morning. No one else would just show up like this. Especially knowing what kind of mood she had to be in.
Unless it was Nathan here to gloat.
But even he wouldn’t bother. He’d succeeded in his mission. He’d watched her fall on her face. His guy was sure to win the election now.
Nothing more he wanted from her.
Samantha opened the door without bothering to look. Didn’t make a difference. She would tell whoever it was to go away.
But on the other side of the door, she found a bright head of blue-green hair and a shocked expression that matched her own.
“Uh, hi.” Erin fidgeted with the ends of one side of her hair.
Samantha eyed her curiously. Erin didn’t seem the type to show up on a porch looking to cheer up a practical stranger. She wasn’t like the rest of the town that needed to bring over a sympathy casserole or pie for every occasion.Here’s a sorry-you-lost-the-electioncobbler. Better luck next time.
But Erin had run into her own troubles since she’d been back in town. Could that be why she was here? Samantha was so deep into her own pity party that she hadn’t considered this might have nothing to do with her.
