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“Someday might just as easily be never.” Rafi shook his head ruefully. “Are you driving tonight?”
“Yeah.” Coop drove for a local private car service, as did Rafi. It took two jobs to make ends meet in the Hamptons and driving a Town Car paid more than driving for Uber or Lyft. Even so, Coop’s standard of living was barely an existence compared to his old way of life. “How about you? Are you driving tonight?”
“Nope. I have a date.” Rafi tilted his straw cowboy hat at a jaunty angle. “Unlike you, Chuck, I have plans for my future. Become a renowned horse trainer with my own horse farm, find a girl, settle down. Not necessarily in that order.”
“The future…” Coop scoffed.
He couldn’t plan beyond the next thirty days.
Chapter Three
“I’m ready for hip hop cardio.” Grandma Dotty burst into Violet’s room atoh-no-you-did-not-wake-me-upthirty. She wore baggy shorts, a man’s blue-checked button-down, and high top sneakers. She’d spiked her gray hair in a mohawk. “Let’s get zesty.”
“I think the word you’re looking for isspicy.” Violet stretched. “Did Xuri’s coat arrive?”
“No. Not yet.”
“Wake me when it does.” Violet pulled the covers over her head. She wasn’t a morning person. “That was our deal.”
“Come on, Vi. It starts at seven.” Grandma Dotty climbed on the mattress and bounced up-and-down. “You know it’ll be fun. You loved to dance when we were at that wedding in Ecuador.”
“We were ballroom dancing.” And it had been at a decent hour.
Her grandmother stopped bouncing. “Please.”
“Can’t. There are no cars here.” Her family had left last night, including Maggie, who worked and lived in nearby Bridgehampton. It was just Vi and Dotty in the house. “Remember that I don’t own a car anymore.” She didn’t need one in Cambridge.
“Oh.” Grandma Dotty seemed surprised. “I forgot. I’ll call the service. The number is on the fridge.”
“Yikes. Really? Don’t…” Violet sat up. But Grandma Dotty had already left the room. “I wanted to work all day.” Violet flopped back in bed.
What were the odds that she’d get any work done if Grandma Dotty didn’t get to her hip hop class this morning?
Slim to none.
Vi had to go.
Twenty minutes later, Violet was downstairs dressed in leggings, a sports bra, yellow sneakers, and a tank top that read, “Nerds have all the fun.” She carried her phone and purse and was just locking up when a black Lincoln Town Car pulled in the long, circular driveway. She sighed. “Couldn’t we just Uber?”
The black car was old school and said stodgy old money rode inside.
“You know thatIdon’t know how to app anything.” Grandma Dotty fidgeted on the step next to her and then got distracted by a row of blooming yellow roses. “I dial, Vi. Don’t try to change me.” She wandered along the flower bed.
Meanwhile, the driver hopped out and came around to open the door for them.
The driver…
Vi gasped.
The driver should have worn a cowboy hat and blue jeans, not a cheap black suit and tie.
“You.” Never a morning person, Violet’s bad mood worsened.
Shakespeare grinned. “You live here?”
“No.” Violet’s guard came up. She’d been burned before by men who saw her for the money she’d inherit someday rather than the woman who stood before them. “I’m just here as my grandmother’s companion.” There. She sounded like a poor relation. “Let’s go, grandma.”
Grandma Dotty quit smelling the roses and trotted over.
