Dude in Distress by Helena Hunting

Author:Helena Hunting [Hunting, Helena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 57399917
Publisher: #PrB.rating#4.22
Published: 2021-03-21T00:00:00+00:00

“What do you mean there’s only one room left?” Nevah taps her hot pink nails on the pitted counter. There’s a chip in the index one and grease lines her cuticles. For some reason, I find that sexy. Possibly because her ability to change tires saved us from either having to hike the ten miles into town or wait until yet another tow truck came to pick us up.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but the sheriff’s daughter is getting married this weekend and all the other rooms are rented out ’cause the whole family is in town. Lots of aunts and uncles.” The teenager, whose nametag reads Lucifer, gives her an apologetic half-smile. “Grand Junction is about thirty miles down the road. They’ll surely have two rooms. They even have a Double Tree there, real nice and swanky. Kinda expensive, though.”

Nevah raps on the counter a couple more times. “How do you feel about sleeping together?”

My eyebrows pop and the kid chokes on a sip of his Mountain Dew.

“I mean in the same room.” She rolls her eyes “Boys. So predictable.”

“If you’re okay with it, I’m okay with it.” I’m actually more than okay with it, but I’m trying not to come across as douchey, since there’s been a lot of potential for that over the course of this day.

“We can always hit up a church on Sunday if we’re feeling guilty about it,” Nevah mutters. “Okay, we’ll take the room.” She digs around in her purse for her wallet, which gives me the opportunity to be faster on the credit card draw.

The motel is so old and out-of-date that they have to use one of those manual credit card machines. And the cash register looks like it was resurrected from the 1950s. The kid gives us a key on an actual keychain with the phrase He’s always watching stamped on it.

“There’s a pool in the back and it’s open until ten, and ice machines are closest to rooms twenty-five and one. The vending machines only take quarters, but they’re open all night,” Lucifer says this in monotone, as if it’s something he’s rehearsed and still has trouble remembering.

“Great, thanks.” Nevah’s tone implies she thinks this is anything but great.

“Is there anywhere we can grab a bite to eat, or a beer?” I ask before we head to our room. Which we’re sleeping in. Together.

“Oh, yes!” Lucifer perks right up. “There’s a bar about a five-minute walk down the road called the Pickled Onion and they serve food and beer until midnight. And there’s a 7-Eleven just down the street. The have really great taquitos and they sell beer, too.”

“Fantastic. You have yourself a great night, Lucifer.”

“You too. Enjoy your stay!” he calls after us.

Nevah parks the car in front of room twenty-five and I grab both of our bags from the trunk. It’s the least I can do seeing as she’s saved my ass a lot today.

She unlocks the door and steps aside to let me in, following on my heels.

“Wow. I didn’t realize there were this many shades of shit brown.

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