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“Don’t fall in love.”
“Too late.” I smiled, cruising ahead.
“You’ll never get rich that way, kid.” Patrick chuckled. “You gotta sell it.”
“Not yet.” I headed down Route 29 past a Chick-fil-A, Wegmans, Target, and Panera. Traffic was busy, midmorning in the suburbs.
“I’m getting in a Lambo next week.”
“Whoa. DOJ bustin’ up those cartels.”
“No, a hedge funder.”
“Same thing.”
Patrick chuckled again. “You interested?”
“No, thanks, I’m tapped out.”
“It’s only a year old, four thousand miles. Mint condition, wrapped.”
“Who wraps a Lambo?”
“A hedge funder?”
We both laughed, then I got down to business. “I’m calling because I need a Volvo sedan for my sister. Newish. Will you keep an eye out?”
“Hold on, let me look.” Patrick hit a few keys, a clacking sound. “I see two comin’ in, a wagon and an SUV, both older.”
“It has to be a sedan.” I didn’t like lying, but I had to.
“What about a nice Lexus SUV, only a year old, five thousand miles? She’ll like it if she likes Volvo.”
“No, thanks. If a Volvo sedan turns up, let me know.”
“Sure. Yo, you’re single, aren’t you?”
“Yeah…” I didn’t add that I’d sat in front of my ex’s last night.
“Listen, my niece is on the market. Her name’s Maya. My wife told me to fix her up, and here you call. It’s like a sign. Her husband died last year. She’s sick of the apps. I don’t know what that means, but you prolly do.”
“I do.” I’d lurked on Hinge but had yet to make an official profile. I’d have nothing to list but Prison and Rehab.Line up, ladies!
“She’s beautiful, no joke. You’d love her. No kids.”
“I like kids.”
“That’s because you don’t have any. What do you say? You want that Volvo, don’t you?”
“Your niece for a car? There’s a name for that. I think it’s a felony.”
Patrick laughed. “Come on. She’s a knockout. You don’t have to take my word. I’m sending you a picture and her number.”
My phone chimed with an incoming text.
“TJ, did you get it?”
I stopped at the traffic light, debating what to do. I’d known Patrick only three months, so he didn’t know about my past. I didn’t want to tell him because I knew he would see me differently. Rehab was one thing, but prison another. He wouldn’t fix me up if he knew the truth.
