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Giving Amber a hug, Lil’ Bit let out a sigh, “Thanks again Amber for driving us this far. It was a pleasure to get to know you. You’ll have to come to one of our parties at the clubhouse. Something tells me we might be having a late fall picnic and bonfire when Baldy’s finally released.”
“I’ll be sure to come. Maybe bring the kids they play soccer, but not many kids live in our neighborhood and they are tired of being each other’s playdate. I’ve heard Turnabout is a really nice place to live and small enough the town is a neighborhood.” Amber held the door open for Lil’ Bit, Beno and Mountain as they made their way to Lil’ Bit’s truck.
“Thank God you brought Martha,” Lil’ Bit said, using the name she had for the Ford. “I was a bit worried you had Beno riding bitch and were going to have me in a sidecar.”
“Tried that,” Mountain said rubbing his belly. “But Beno has short arms.”
“Do not,” he whined as he stepped up on running board and crawled into the truck.
“I’ll let you know when there’s another party. Mountain chuckled. The Ol’ Ladies like to throw them if someone stubs a toe so it shouldn’t be much longer before they have another one.”
“An Ol’ Lady, hah?” Amber frowned.
“It’s a term of endearment for the claimed women. You know they have a boyfriend or husband. Lil’ Bit is an Ol’ Lady to Baldy. You see her leather jacket?” Mountain tried to calm her fear over the term.
“Oh I see.” Amber smiled, though it didn’t make its way to her eyes.
Mountain followed Lil’ Bit around to the passenger side and when she opened the rear door he helped her balance enough to get in before taking her wheels.
Amber rushed over and pressed a few buttons to break down the scooter and make it easier for traveling.
“Thank you,” he said as she helped him place it on the front passenger seat. “Reassembly as easy?”
“A few quick pops,” she said. “The real trouble is back there.”
“Hey,” Lil’ Bit balked. “Well, maybe. I’ll try to be good. Something tells me I’ll have enough people when I arrive. If I try to misbehave I’ll be in trouble.”
“Oh, your bag,” Amber said then went to her van and retrieved a plastic bag. “These are good wrenches.”
When Amber passed the wrapped up tools to him, a flash shot up his arm when her hand brushed the tips of his fingers. Their eyes locked and for a heartbeat, neither moved.
“Mom,” Maisie’s voice cut through the night as she stood in the front doorway.
“Mom schedule,” Amber said as she retracted her hand and her eyes turned toward the door. “Coming.”
“You know what they say about Mountains,” he called to her as he opened the driver’s side door.
“Enlighten me,” she teased, walking backward toward her door.
“If Mohammed can’t go to the mountain, the mountain will go to Mohammed.”
