Page 37 of Hiss and Make Up
“I can honestly say, I have no idea what’s going on,” he said.
“Join the club, buddy,” said Liz.
Great. They made a hilarious little team.
“Back to you, New Guy,” Liz said. “Or Old Guy, I guess? Who would cut your fuel line? And why? And why the hell are you involved in this, Sierra?”
“I have no idea,” Marc answered.
“But I’m going to find out,” Sierra said. “And I’m going to find out if it’s the same person who stole some welding stuff and put snakes at his sister’s house, so I can get the reward money.”
Marc sighed loudly behind her.
“So this is the snake guy from yesterday?” Liz pointed a thumb at the back seat. “Seriously, who is this guy and who’d he piss off?”
“I used to live on his street when we were kids,” said Sierra. “And you’d be surprised. He’s pissed off a lot of people. You should read his stack of hate mail.” She patted the bag in her lap for emphasis.
“Hate mail?”
“Hey, it’s not that many people!”
“Oh, it’s a lot.” Sierra stuck a hand in her bag and grabbed the stack of papers. “Should I read some of them to her?”
“No!” Marc and Liz shouted together. Liz nodded at the back seat where Luna was staring out the window with one of the black cats from Liz’s rescue in her lap. Sierra could never keep their names straight.
“For the record, you have your own hate club it seems,” Marc said. “Remember, I met one of them today.”
Sierra cringed.
Liz sighed. “Sierra?”
“It was fine. We ran into the guy from the restaurant.”
“Salt Guy?”
“Yeah,” Sierra said. “It was fine. Just awkward.”
“So what are you two going to do now?” Liz asked. “Do you have a plan? Am I to expect another rescue call tonight?”
“Details.” Sierra dismissed Liz with a wave of her hand. “All the plan I need right now is for you to drop me off at the Nature Station, so I can get my car.”
“And what are we doing with him?” Liz whispered.
“I can still hear you. I’m in the car.”
Luna giggled at that. Sierra couldn’t help herself at that sound. She turned around and smiled, trying her best to avoid Marc in the process.
“Drop him off with me,” she said. “I’ll bring him home.”
“I’m not letting you out of my sight for a while.” He still had a bad feeling that if she went off investigating on her own, she’d end up in danger from more than just some guy pissed off about salt in his drink. And it would be all his fault for bringing her into this mess.
She spun around to glare at him, allowing the shock and horror to show her face. No way. She was dropping him off and going home. That was that. Kiss or no kiss.
That kiss.
It had been nice. More than nice. Like coming home or falling into a mountain of pillows. Comfortable and soft, with all the tingly excitement of a kid at their first amusement park.
“Liz, would you please tell Marc that I am a grown woman and do not need a babysitter.”
