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Edwina wasn’t exactly sure what to make of Angel.
She certainly seemed gleeful to share her drowning story.
Like her brother, she had lots of tattoos, and every finger had a ring on it. Her long red hair had streaks of purple throughout and yet in spite of her edgier style, she seemed to have an innocent, guileless air to her. She didn’t look like anyone to be intimidated by, and yet, somehow Edwina was.
Angel sighed. “I think it’s hard being me a lot of the time. But it really sucks to be a ghost. No one listens. Just two minutes, that’s all I need to give you the message.”
“It really sucks to be me when you don’t listen to whatI’msaying,” Sullivan said pointedly. “The answer is no.”
Angel made a sound of exasperation. She stood up. She glanced over at Eddie. “It’s for a ring.”
“What’s for a ring?”
“The money that was taken. Your grandmother told me. And she says don’t scratch her car. She loves that car.”
Edwina was stunned. Her grandmother had passed away the year before. She had left her giant gas guzzling car to Edwina, and she hadn’t had the heart to sell it. Until this trip it had just been parked in her father’s driveway.
“My grandmother just passed away.”
“Oh, shit,” Sullivan said. “Angel, come on. Don’t mess with Eddie. That’s not cool.”
“No, I want to hear,” she said, even though her heart was racing.
“Do you actually believe her?”
“How else could she know that was my grandmother’s car I jumped the curb in?”
“Half the people in town probably know that.”
He had a point. Though she didn’t understand what the motivation would be for Angel to pretend to have contact with her grandmother. That just seemed cruel, and she honestly didn’t get that sort of vibe from Angel.
Maybe the hand on her shoulder had been her grandmother.
The thought made her face flush with heat and her eyes well with tears. She hadn’t seen enough of her grandmother in recent years, though they had talked once every few weeks.
Then she considered the other part of what Angel had said. “What money?” she asked.
“From the business. It’s for an engagement ring.”
“Oh my God.” The words had her gripping the arms of the wooden low slung chair, her knuckles going white. She gaped at Angel. How could she know about the mysterious call from Juanita detailing the withdrawal?
Engagement ring.
Nigel was going to propose?
But fifty grand was an absurd amount of money for a ring when they were up to their eyeballs in financing the business. He, they, couldn’t afford that. The business couldn’t afford that. He wouldn’t do that, anyway. Take money for a ring. Would he?
Sullivan’s hand landed on her knee. “Hey. You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he joked.
Angel snorted.
“I’m fine,” she said, even though she wasn’t. Not really. Her emotions were all over the place.
She loved the idea that her grandmother had reached out to check on her. But the money was upsetting.
She also suddenly wasn’t sure how she felt about marrying Nigel if he was capable of essentially misappropriating money from the business for personal use.
Which was ridiculous.
