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Chapter Eight
Remington walked outher door, sliding on her sunglasses. She and Winnie were going to take the Monte Carlo to Dodge City for a little retail therapy. She’d texted to see if anyone else wanted to go with them, but they’d all been busy. The plus of going with just Winnie was they dressed alike so they wouldn’t hit any of the shops that only sold dresses.
She stopped and knocked on Winnie’s door before going in. They all had an open-door policy but knocked first. Winnie didn’t care about knocking but Remington did. She wanted to know if her door flew open without a knock, it was an indication the one coming in might not be a friendly.
“I’ll be right out!” Winnie yelled.
How did she know Winnie wouldn’t be quite ready? Winnie was punctual with anything work related but in her personal life, she was a free spirit. Well, at least concerning time. When they’d lost their mom to breast cancer, Winnie had turned into a health nut. Deep down she was sure Winnie knew their mom eating healthy wouldn’t have changed the outcome, but it was Winnie’s way of having a semblance of control over the uncontrollable.
“Okay, I’m ready.” Winnie breezed out of the bedroom in tight, ripped jeans, motorcycle boots and a navy-blue tank top. Her only jewelry was her watch. Winnie was fanatical about getting her exercise and steps in. Grabbing a crossbody leather bag, Winnie arched her eyebrow impatiently at Remington then immediately walked out the door.
“Thanks for coming with me. I needed a break.”
“No problem. I’m always up for shopping and spending time with my sisters. Is it just us this time? I gave up on the group text when it went off like fifty times.”
“Yep. Everybody was busy but they all requested we stop by the new bakery on the way back and buy treats.” Remington smiled as she unlocked the car. She was glad it had been parked in the shade by the garage. She didn’t need her hands burning from the metallic steering wheel. “Do you know where you want to go first?”
She slid in, putting the key in the ignition while rolling down the windows. As hot as it was, she wanted some breeze before she turned on the air conditioner. Although the A/C was good in the car, it took a little bit to get where she needed it in the Kansas heat. Whoever had driven it last hadn’t put up the sunshade. She’d be leaving a note by the keys in the office. It wasn’t like it was rocket science to leave the car how you found it.
“I’m thinking the leather shop. I’d like to look at another jacket and maybe boots. Will you turn on the A/C? I know you have this whole routine but I’m melting.”
“Hold your horses. You know Ginger responds better if she warms up a little first.”
Remington slid the seat a little closer. Her dad must have driven it last because she rarely needed to slide it closer. She clipped her seatbelt, waited another minute, then turned the A/C to high before flipping it on.
“Cold air for the...” Remington coughed as flecks of something covered her and got in her mouth. She spit, wiping her mouth and face, trying to see what had happened. Winnie’s laughter clued her in something was going on.
She shook her hair, then wiped whatever was over her eyes off so she could see. Looking down, she saw pink pieces of paper. At first, she thought it was confetti but then she realized it was hole punches and they were everywhere. She looked a little closer. Did the freaking hole punches have crowns on them? Oh no he didn’t. She glanced in the mirror and saw the air conditioner had blown it all in her hair and on her shirt.
“Looks like War didn’t appreciate what you did to his bike.” Winnie’s gleeful voice had her seriously considering shoving her out of the car. Of course, it looked like Winnie’s air vents hadn’t been messed with. War wasn’t willing to just take his punishment like a good boy and had decided to retaliate. Now that she was over the shock, she could appreciate his prank. As long as he hadn’t hurt Ginger and sent the paper through her air intake, then she’d consider them even. If he’d hurt her baby, he’d have more than her to deal with. Her dad still washed the car weekly and took her on a drive down Main Street each week. He also alternated taking her to his Saturday coffee and cruising group. Heck, if War had done something to the air intake, she would make sure she was far away from her dad when he found out. Her dad was fair, but he’d been a member of the MC for years and head of their bail bonds company. He didn’t take any crap from anyone, and Ginger was special to him. It’s the car they all learned to drive in but more than that, it was the one her mom drove until the day she died.
“So, are we driving Ginger, or do we need to get her checked out first?”
“Let’s take another car. I think War would be smart enough to not send the stuff through the intake vents but I’m not taking any chances. We’ll let Jesse check her out.”
Winnie jumped out and ran toward her Jeep. “Dibs on driving!”
Crap. She’d fallen right into that. Now she had to deal with her speed demon sister all the way to Dodge City. She owed War for that, too, and she’d be paying him back. He had no idea what he’d started. He should have just taken her advice and quit calling her princess. She turned the car off and grabbed the sunshade from the back. At least when Jesse came to get Ginger, the steering wheel wouldn’t burn her hands. She flipped the visor down to secure the sunshade then got out of the car.
Winnie pulled her Jeep up then started laughing. “Oh, Remi, he’s got your number.”
She glanced where Winnie was pointing. Her sunshade for Ginger had been decorated with pictures of crowns and pink heels but honestly, the part that irritated her the most was his words. How did the man know exactly what to say to get her boiling mad?
Princess Remington,
Everybody knows a princess can’t ever get one over on the king.
King War
So, he was a king, and she was a princess? It was a good thing they were going shopping out of town, so she’d have some time to calm down. Maybe her decorating his bike hadn’t been her smartest move for a good business relationship but he was the one to choose to bring childhood nicknames into their business.
