But Not For Naught by BJ Bourg

Author:BJ Bourg [Bourg, BJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-23T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 26

When Susan and I had finished searching Connie’s house, we got in my Tahoe and headed for Old Man Pat’s Place. It was almost nine o’clock in the evening and it was downright cold. The temperature had slid into the thirties and a fifteen-mile wind was blowing in from the north. Susan shivered as we waited for the air from the vents to warm up.

I shot a thumb over my shoulder. “I have a jacket on the back seat.”

Grateful, Susan twisted in her seat and retrieved it. After shrugging into it, she groaned in relief. “God, it feels so good, and it smells like you.”

As I drove, she began talking about the wedding and she asked me if I was okay with having it on a cruise ship. “If you don’t want to have it there, we can discuss it,” she said. “I know a lot of emphasis is always placed on the bride, but this is our wedding, and I want you to be happy with everything, too.”

“I was happy enough when you agreed to marry me.” I smiled and caught a glimpse of her face in the glow from the dash lights. “Everything else is just lagniappe.”

“So, you don’t mind going on the cruise?”

“No, Love, I don’t.”

She gave a gleeful yelp like she did when she’d found out she would be fighting Antonina Ivanov for the title. “This is so exciting! Did I tell you we found the perfect dress?”

“You did. When will I get to see it?”

“When I walk down the aisle.” She grunted. “You know the groom can’t see the bride’s dress before the wedding.”

The talk about the wedding got me thinking about my dad and Crystal again. “Hey, can you look up that Crystal Montana again? If she is my sister, I want to make contact with her and invite her and my dad to the wedding.”

“Oh, sure.” Susan fished out her phone and began working her thumbs furiously across the screen. “Let’s see…”

I kept my eyes on the dark road ahead of us, but I could see Susan working in my peripheral vision. She mumbled to herself as she searched the business page for BudRelat. “Ah,” she finally said, “here’s a phone number to the surf shop. Want me to call it?”

I glanced at the clock. Nine-fifteen. “I don’t know. Do you think it’s too late? They’re probably closed.”

“Unless the shop’s located along the pier. They might stay open as late as the bars and restaurants.”

“Okay, let’s try it.”

Susan called out the number as she dialed and then she shoved the phone against my ear.

“Wait, what are you doing?” I asked, pulling my head away.

“It’s your family…you talk to them.”

I was suddenly nervous and unsure of myself as I held the phone and listened to it ringing. Scared, even. What would I say when they picked up? Who would pick up? The employment information stated that Crystal was a lawyer in Houston now, so maybe she didn’t work at the shop anymore. What

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