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Sav bites her lower lip and frowns. “It may just need some rest before I try the starter again.”
Whipping out my phone, I shrug. “I’m texting the local towing company right now.”
“Are you sure?” She screws up her face. “Can you ask them to take it to the cheapest repair shop possible?”
I fix her with a glare. “No, I can’t. Just sit back and let me take care of it, okay?”
Sav lets out a long sigh. “Okay. I trust you.”
Her words stick with me as I send a series of texts. Then I slip the phone in my pocket.
“Now where is that shop?”
Sav looks at me like I’m crazy. “I can take you there. But it’s closing in like half an hour.”
“They’ll stay open for me. I plan to drop some serious money.”
“I guess my car can wait.” She twists her mouth to the side. “Who are you buying things for?”
Shaking my head, I push her toward the rest of the shops.
“You are the only woman here right now that’s freezing because she doesn’t have a coat.”
“Wait, you’re going to buy a coat for me? I don’t need a coat. I have two at home.”
“You are wearing mine right now. So I think I would beg to differ that you don’t need a coat.”
I catch her arm and link it with my own. She sputters and starts to unbutton my coat. I still her hands and march her forward.
“Just relax. I’m buying you a coat. It has already been decided.”
“But–”
“Shh.”
We walk up to Lacey’s Boutique. There is a big storefront display in the window featuring several mannequins in stylish dresses, heavy wool jackets, and matching wool hats. I wave Sav through the door first, then step inside. The door chimes as I look around. There are well-dressed mannequins sprinkled between hanging racks of clothing, and tables full of folded sweaters and jeans. To the far right, an older woman looks up from the sales desk.
“Hello!” she calls. “Welcome. We are closing in a few minutes, but please do browse around.”
Sav arches a brow at me. Waving her toward the first mannequin, I approach the sales desk. The clerk looks up, her expression distracted. I pull my wallet out and slide a hundred-dollar bill across the counter.
“This is for your time. I’d appreciate it if you were able to stay open a little late so my friend can browse.”
The woman sucks in a breath and takes the bill. She starts to come around the sales desk.
“Your wife is a lucky lady. Can I help y’all find anything in particular?”
“Wife??” For some reason, the woman’s mistake makes me laugh. “She’s not my wife.”
“Oh! I’m sorry. Girlfriend, then.”
The sales clerk smiles warmly at me, and I suddenly realize it doesn’t really matter what she thinks my relationship with Sav is.
“Sure, whatever.”
Turning to see if Sav needs help, I spot her flipping through a rack of coats.
“I think we’ve got it. We’ll let you know if we need anything else.”
