“Let me grab my clothes, and I’ll get out of your way so you can get dressed,” I said and made a mad dash for the bathroom.
Once in the shower, I took my time and emerged feeling much more refreshed than I thought possible.
Coal was talking to someone on the phone but ended the call shortly after he noticed me.
“How was your shower?” he asked.
“Great. I feel like a new woman,” I joked.
“Are you hungry? I was thinking about ordering room service.”
“That sounds perfect. I’m starving.” The sandwiches we’d had the night before were long gone, and neither one of us had anything for breakfast.
While we were waiting for our food to be delivered, I called the place where I’d rented the moving truck and explained my situation. Thankfully, the woman on the phone was very understanding and told me I could keep the truck until Thursday at no additional charge. I thanked her profusely and promised to leave them a great review online.
“What made you decide to move to Devil Springs?” Coal asked shortly after our food arrived.
“I lived in Devil Springs before I moved to Cherryfield when I was eighteen. It just wasn’t the place for me, so I decided to move back when the lease on my apartment was up.”
“Do you have family in town?”
“Sort of. Technically, my stepfather lives there, but he works out of town and is rarely home.”
I could tell he was about to ask another question, likely about my mother, and I did not want to discuss her whatsoever, so I quickly shifted the focus to him. “What about you? Are you from Devil Springs?”
He swallowed the bite of food in his mouth before answering. “No, I grew up in Croftridge and moved to Devil Springs when I was nineteen.”
“May I ask why?”
“Have you heard of the Blackwings MC?”
I snorted. “I don’t think it’s possible to live in Devil Springs for any length of time and not know who they are.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right about that. I’m a member of the club. I joined the Croftridge chapter and transferred to the Devil Springs chapter a year later.”
I wanted to ask why. The question was on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t want to be too invasive, just like I didn’t want him to be with me.
I glanced out the window at the still-falling snow. “How long do you think the snow will last?”
He shrugged. “I’d say several days at least.”
“I have to have the truck back by Thursday. Do you think the roads will be clear by then?”
“They should be, but if you’re worried about it, I can drive the truck back for you.”
“Oh, no, I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You didn’t ask. I offered.”
“Are you sure? It’ll take most of the day to get there and back.”
“I’m sure. I’m off on Thursday and don’t have any other plans.”
“If you really don’t mind, I’d greatly appreciate it,” I admitted.
“Trust me; it won’t be a hardship. Especially with such great company,” he winked, causing my stomach to do a little flip.
“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”