Great.Just fucking great.
Paul stormed into his cabin and slammed the door behind him.He paced the living room and tried not to panic.Then he called his own brother, who knew how to talk him down.Kyle answered on the third ring.
“What’s up?”
“We have a problem.”
“I’m all ears,” Kyle said, but he sounded distracted.Loud music played in the background.
Paul explained the situation with Vanessa while Kyle listened.“She made a rental agreement with the previous owner, who passed away recently.Her brother is a cop, and her father is the town sheriff.”
Kyle went silent amidst a chaotic blend of bells and whistles.
“Are you in a casino?”Paul asked.
“Amusement park.”
“Did you hear me?”
“I heard you.”
“I don’t need a conflict with local PD.What if they ask me to leave?”
“They won’t.The rental agreement is void.”
“Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure,” Kyle said.“The guy is dead.She can try to get her money back, but she can’t force you out.”
“I have a bad feeling about this.”
“You have a bad feeling about a lot of things.”
“She’s trouble.”
“Describe her.”
“Why?”
“How old is she?”
“I don’t know.Twenty-five.”
“Is she a bunny?”
Paul mulled the question over.Bunny was a word they used to describe young, single women who wanted to settle down and get married.Paul had coined the term, and he’d never been reluctant to apply it before.
“Is she hot?”Kyle pressed.
“Yes.”
“How hot?”
“She’s a ten,” Paul said.“But that’s not the point.”
“What is?”
“She’s not giving up.She’s beensunbathingon my dock all day.”
