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“Because I’m in the market for a sofa and she can help me load it on the truck.”
“I thought you had goddess strength.”
“It’s not about the weight. It’s about the awkwardness of lifting a sofa and placing it in a certain position. What if it’s an L-shape? What if we have to pivot?”
Ray chuckled. “Sounds like someone’s making excuses because she wants company. Nothing wrong with that, by the way.”
“You can’t trust her,” Nana Pratt chimed in. “She pushed you into the moat and tried to kill you.”
I blew out a breath. “I know, but I really need furniture.” Priorities.
Addison thundered down the stairs. Her disguise consisted of a bronze-colored puffer jacket, jeans, white sneakers, a Yankees baseball hat, and oversized sunglasses.
“Forgot to pack your glasses attached to a mustache, did you?”
She looked down at her attire. “What? It’s my celebrity survival kit.”
“You’re a celebrity now?”
She waved a hand in a dismissive gesture. “Most wanted. Celebrity. It’s all the same.”
“You girls have fun now,” Ray said.
“Don’t bring home anything that reeks of smoke,” Nana Pratt warned. “I can’t bear the smell.”
Ray gave her a curious look. “You’re dead, Ingrid. You don’t have to smell anything you don’t want to.”
“Oh, right.” She tittered. “Sometimes I forget. I blame Lorelei. She makes me feel like I’m still alive.”
That could be easily remedied.
I grabbed my coat off the rack and tucked my arms through the sleeves. I couldn’t wait for spring to arrive, but we probably had another month of winter to slog through, no matter what that attention whore of a groundhog reported.
Addison walked beside me until we reached the bridge, where she stopped to admire the moat. “You’re so lucky. I’d kill for a moat.” She hurried to catch up to me. “Not you, of course. That wasn’t a passive-aggressive threat.”
“I didn’t take it as one.” I unlocked the truck and let the engine warm up for a minute. Gary didn’t take kindly to sudden starts. The truck was too old and set in his ways.
Addison shivered in the passenger seat. “Doesn’t this heap of junk have heat?”
I turned to stare at her. “Get out.”
“What?”
“Nobody insults Gary. Get out of the truck.”
Addison looked at the dashboard and back at me. “What if I apologize?”
I leaned back and folded my arms. “Go ahead.”
She patted the dashboard. “Sorry about that, Gary. The cold makes me testy.”
“Now reassure him it won’t happen again.”
“And it won’t happen again. Ever. I swear.” She kissed her hand and touched the dashboard.
“Fine. You can stay.” With the crisis averted, I eased the truck onto the road and turned right at the next intersection.
Addison jerked her thumb sideways. “Shouldn’t you be driving down the hill toward town?”
