Crimson Eve by Brandilyn Collins

Author:Brandilyn Collins
Format: epub, pdf
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Publisher: Zondervan
Published: 2013-12-17T16:00:00+00:00

FORTY-SEVEN

The salesman looked young, midtwenties at the most. Blond hair, cut short. He was dressed in slacks, a light blue shirt, and striped tie. Sunglasses with small, bright blue lenses. Carla could see the smile on his full lips as he approached. His relaxed and friendly expression, the ease in his walk only frazzled her. She’d love to enjoy the same calm view of the world right now, but couldn’t he see she didn’t have time!

Not to mention her ankle was killing her.

She threw wild glances toward Elizabeth Street, out toward Sprague. She’d never seen Thornby drive by. Maybe he had gone straight up Sprague, not knowing she’d turned. If so, how long until he realized his mistake and came down Sprague in the other direction — right past the dealership?

As the salesman drew near, Carla could make out a few light freckles on his cheeks. He slid his sunglasses up until they stuck against his forehead, revealing light blue, almost translucent eyes. They met in front of a red PT Cruiser, the young man holding out his hand. “Hi, I’m Brandon. Welcome to Spokane Chrysler. And your name is?”

“Oh, um. Carla.”

“Hi, Carla.”

“Hi.” Girl, you’d better start talking — fast.

Brandon frowned and gestured with his chin toward her ankle. “Wow, that doesn’t look good. So swollen. Does it hurt? You should have it up.”

Carla licked her lips. “Yeah, I just did it. Haven’t had time to wrap it or anything. But anyway it doesn’t matter; I need to test drive a car. This car. Now.” She slapped the hood of the red PT Cruiser.

Brandon blinked at her impatience, then grinned. “This one, huh. Right now.”

“Yes!”

“Not a blue one or a green one. This one.” He waved his hand at the Cruiser.

He was teasing her. Fine. He could play all he wanted once they got in the car. She hobbled up close to his face. “I. Want. This car. Now. Are you going to take me for a test drive — or do I need to find somebody else?”

He pulled his head back, mouth crimped in amusement, eyes mock widening. Not one bit rattled. He raised both hands, palms out. The third finger on his left hand curled inward as if stuck there. “Oookay. Let’s do it.” He reached for a key in his pocket, walked to a small box attached to the passenger side door and unlocked it, withdrawing the Cruiser’s key. “Who’s drivin’, you or me?”

Carla twisted her head toward Elizabeth. Her hand slashed the air. “You.”

Click. The locks popped open. Brandon moved to open the door for her, extending his hand in invitation. “Here you go.”

Carla jumped inside, pulled her arms tight in her lap, and slid down in the seat. She flipped down the visor, peered in the mirror at Sprague Street. No black Durango.

Brandon slipped behind the wheel and eyed her curiously. “You comfortable sitting that low?”

“Yeah. Fine.” Carla could feel beads of sweat on her forehead. Go, just go!

He surveyed her for a moment longer, biting the inside of his mouth, as if not quite sure what to make of this strange woman.

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