Page 4 of Denim & Diamonds

“Is that why you’re at that bougie mental hospital?”

I frowned. “Sierra Wellness Center isnota mental hospital. It’s a voluntary wellness facility.”

“Whatever.” He shrugged. “Are you famous or something?”

“Why would you ask me that?”

“Because a lot of celebrities have come through town to spend time there since it was built three years ago.”

“Oh.” I shook my head. “I’m not famous. My handbags are maybe, but not me.”

“Handbags?”

“I own Amourette, the purse company.”

“Never heard of it.”

“I don’t think they would style well with your moose head and shotgun.”

“Guess that stick was too far up there to pry it out in the bathroom, huh?”

“I was trying to be funny.”

“You’re about as good at that as you are drinking.”

I smiled. “What’s your name? Or should I just continue to call you Lumberjack, like I have been in my head since I woke up at gunpoint?”

“Name’s Brock.”

“Huh…”

“Huh what?”

I shrugged. “It fits you.”

“And what’s yours?”

“February.”

His brows jumped. “Like the month?”

“Exactly like the month.”

“Who names their kid February?”

I sighed. “We don’t have time for the story of my mother.”Butspeaking of time… I looked around for a clock. “What time is it anyway?”

“Eleven.”

My eyes widened. “In the morning?”

“Well, you didn’t knock out until four, so it’s not like you slept that long.”

“God, I’mscrewed. My ladder is definitely going to be gone by now.”

“Your ladder?”

“That’s how I snuck out. My room is on the second floor. I paid one of the maintenance guys to leave a ladder at my window, but he said he’d have to get rid of it before the sun came up.”

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