“Aren’t we supposed to stick together? People going off on their own are the first to die,” Georgia asks.
“You can stick close to me.” Grant gives her those dimples again.
“I can get us back into the dorms,” Luke tells us.
“Without catching a felony?”
“Gotta catch you to give you one.” Luke smirks.
“I don’t do felonies,” Georgia informs us.
“Murder is considered a felony,” Grant points out to Georgia.
“I never said I was really going to be a serial killer.” Georgia stands, getting flustered that we’re on to her killing spree ideas. I stand too so we can head out.
The walk back to the dorm is quiet. Luke does get Georgia and me back into our dorm for the night without us getting caught for violating curfew. By the time we shower and changebefore falling into bed, we’re too exhausted to gossip about all that happened tonight.
It was for the best since I had to get up early today to head into work. I have a new part-time job. I toss on a pair of jeans and a shirt, pairing it with sneakers. I put on light makeup and pull my hair up so that it’s out of the way.
I head out early enough so that I can swing by the bakery to grab a drink and breakfast sandwich. The mechanic shop is only a couple of blocks down from the coffee place, so I make my way toward it. I’m almost there when the door to the shop’s lobby bursts open so hard the bell almost comes flying off. That may be an exaggeration, but it sounded like it was going to.
Lana’s face twists in that familiar sneer when she sees me, her phone clutched in her hand like a weapon. She stops short, narrowing her eyes on me.
“Here for a job, are you?” This bitch really does know everything. It’s kind of impressive. If only she’d put those skills to use somewhere better. I stare her dead in the eyes, my face blank. Her lips momentarily purse, pissed I’m not playing, so she tries again. “Poor little scholarship girl, working her fingers to the bone just to afford the privilege of breathing our air.”
“1999 called, they want their fashion back.” I hit her where I know it will hurt, especially coming from me. Lana’s mouth opens and then closes. “Don’t hurt yourself,” I say as I step around her as she tries to come up with something else rude to say to me. She’s not used to girls snapping back. “If ignorance is bliss, you might actually be a happy human being.” I push through the door with that.
I’m too tired after last night to have a go-around with her. Next time. I push through the shop door.
“You showed up,” Joey calls out to me as I enter the office area. Shit. Is he going to be pissed I was snippy with Lana? She appears to be a customer or was.
“You thought I wouldn’t?” I ask.
He’s leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching the door where Lana just left. He’s shaking his head, an irritated expression on his face. “You can’t please the kids from Kingmakers no matter how good of a job you do for them.”
“Don’t take it personally,” I tell him, unpacking my bag. “Lana’s a bitch to everyone. Money or not.”
“Yeah, I know,” he sighs. “My luck has been shit for the past few weeks. I’m behind.”
“Well, luck is on your side now,” I tell him, taking the invoices from his hand. “You go get dirty while I clean all this up.” I motion to the messy-ass desk. “Up,” I tell him.
“I’d really appreciate that, Lucky.”
“Ah, man, first day and already got a nickname.”
“Let’s find out how true the name is,” he says, giving his desk another practical look.
“Go.” I shoo him out. If I know how to do one thing, it’s run a garage.
What I can’t do is stop thinking about Luke and that kiss when I should be thinking about the dead girl.
He’s pissing me off, and he doesn’t even have to be here to do it.
Chapter Fourteen
LUKE
Saturday is the only day we don’t have to be on the ice. I still went over to run some of my own drills and get some shots on net. I needed a way to get rid of the pent-up energy I had. I was hoping to try to get my head back on straight, but it’s not working. The events of last night keep playing through my mind. I know there was a dead girl in the boathouse.
