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“Depending on the version you played Monopoly did have green bills.”
Her head tilts to one side in obvious irritation.
What the fuck is she annoyed about?
She’s the one who crashed in my town and needs my help to get the fuck out of it.
I’m just trying to make sure I get paid in the process.
But given how hard her attitude is making me, I may just fuck around and do it for free.
Whatever it takes to get her ass fucking gone.
Miles away from me.
The Kid.
Rather than proceed to poke her the way she likes to be poked – though not the way I wanna be poking her – I clear my throat and tip my head towards my truck. “Let me grab my tablet to get this process started.”
Getting the planks put back and retrieving my device are a seamless set of actions, but keeping a steady, skeptical eye on the snarky female disrupts them.
I mean…she obviously ain’t going anywhere without some assistance.
And I’m the one here for that assistance.
But…there’s something about the way her eyes seem to always be watching her surroundings as if waiting for someone to pop out unexpectedly, not to mention how intensely she studied me every second I was in her line of sight.
Who the fuck does she think I am?
Or work for?
An annoyed groan escapes as I tuck my tablet into my possession.
No.
I don’t need those answers.
I don’t need her shit.
I need her gone, an ice-cold beer, and a long hot shower.
Pulling up the paperwork during the walk back to her allows me to keep the situation from stalling a second time. The instant I’m back in front of her window, I state, “Need a name.”
“Cash.”
“Mrs. Ripley it is.” Not smirking at her scoff is almost impossible. “This is your total for a hook up and tow to the nearest shop. Round up to the next dollar. I don’t have change.” Showing her the screen precedes me extending her the device. “Pay. Sign. Date.”
To my surprise, she completes the steps without hesitation.
“You want a copy of your receipt?” I ask at the same time I tuck the cash in my back pocket. This time the sarcastic glare successfully sparks a small smirk. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.” After securing my hold on the tablet, I command, “Get out and go wait in my truck.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.”
“What?”
“I don’t wanna ride in your truck.” The pen in her possession begins writing something on the inside of her thumb. “I wanna stay right where I am.”
“You don’t get out, I don’t tow.”
