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“I just finished a job at the Wild Wolff ski resort, and I’m moving back home, so I had to clean out my room and break down some boxes.”
“Okay, MacGyver.”
After scraping off the thin layer of glue, she lowered the blade into its metal pocket and tucked it into the waistband of her leggings. She held her hand out for the bottle, then squeezed out a dab and attached it to the same spot. “Now, go ahead and tape it until it dries. You should be good till you can get it fixed the right way.”
Smiling, the driver shook his head. “What else can you do?”
“What do you need? My mom died when I was fourteen, so it was just me and my dad, and he worked crazy hours. And let me tell you, I’m not the type to wait around for someone to do something for me, so there’s nothing I can’t fix.”
“How about the fridge?” He said it like he was joking, but the sharpness in his eyes let her know he was wondering if she could actually do it.
“What kind of band do you work for that they can’t afford a better bus?” She was only joking, but she didn’t miss the way his gaze shifted over her shoulder. Mortification blasted through her.
There’s a band member standing right behind me, isn’t there?
“Sorry. I was only kidding, but that was rude. Sometimes my mouth moves faster than my brain.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s actually a new bus but things can get a little rowdy.” He shrugged. “Life as a tour bus driver.”
“Oh, don’t even tell me these guys are the type who trash hotel rooms. I swear, if I were a band manager, shit like that wouldn’t happen on my watch. I have zero tolerance for people who don’t appreciate the good things in life. Like,you’re one of the lucky few who gets to realize your dreams, and you risk losing it all by acting like a fool? Nuh uh.”
“I hear you, girl.”
“I mean, do they forget what it was like to clean a toilet or fill out order forms or whatever soul-sucking job they started out doing?”
“You’re wise for your age.”
“Twenty-six going on…twenty-seven.” She grinned. “Okay, so, what’s wrong with the fridge?”
“It’s not keeping their beers cold.”
She grinned. “Got it. Let me take a look.”
“Hang on.” He swiveled and moved ahead of her. “Let me just pull the curtain real quick.”
Hm, there must be someone famous on this bus.
Wonder who?
“Okay, come on back,” he called.
The kitchen took up a small section on the right side. She pulled the refrigerator out of its compartment and pried off the access panel. “There you go.” The evaporator coils had too much frost which wasn’t letting enough air flow through. “Do you have a blow dryer?”
“Uh…” He glanced toward the curtain.
Right. He didn’t want her to see behind the curtain. “I’ve got one in my suitcase.” It only took her a moment to grab it, plug it in, and warm the coils. “That should do the trick.”
“You really fixed all my problems?”
“I don’t have time to fix all your problems.” She dropped the hairdryer back into her carry-on and zipped it up. “But we knocked out two of them.”
“You’re a godsend. Thank you. I mean that sincerely.”
“You’re welcome. Now, I better get going so I can grab my road snacks.” She hurried off. “Drive safe.”
“Hold up.” A man in a suit appeared in the doorway of the bus.
Oh, God.That’s who’d been listening in on her conversation. Why had she badmouthed his bus?
