My mouth falls open. “Traitor.”

Amber shrugs. “You are full of yourself.”

“Yeah,” I say. “But you’re not supposed to tell people that.”

“Oh, honey.” She smiles. “Kayla already knew. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some thirsty patrons to attend to.” With a glint in her eye, she turns and walks away.

“I like her,” Kayla says smugly, watching Amber walk away.

“I do too. Usually,” I mutter.

A guy seated down the bar looks over at Kayla before nudging his buddy’s arm and jutting his chin her way. Both guys eye her appreciatively as one of them says something. They start laughing and Kayla turns her face in the opposite direction.

It’s a small movement, so slight it could have been coincidental, but the annoyance on Kayla’s face tells me she’s more than aware that guys are staring at her. I look around for a moment. Lots of guys.

I lean back in my chair and cross my arms, diverting her attention. “So tell me, Kayla. Why are you still here? I thought you’d be long gone by now.”

She takes a sip of her beer. “I don’t like driving at night so I’m waiting until morning.”

“Where are you staying?”

“Uh…” She starts to play with her paper napkin, fringing the edge with tiny tears. “The Quickie Stop?”

I lift my eyebrows. “The shitty place off the freeway?”

She doesn’t make eye contact. “Yep.”

“That’s the shadiest motel in four counties. Why are you staying there? Why not the Willow Inn outside of town—or Martha’s Bed & Breakfast in the town square?”

“Because I’m on a budget.” She shoots me a cool look as if that’s somehow my fault.

I must really have a talent for pissing this girl off.

“Well fancy meeting you two here.” Eddie Perkins wedges himself between Kayla and the black-haired girl beside her with a wide grin. “How are you kids doing tonight?”

See what I mean about not being able to avoid anyone?

“Hi, Mr. Perkins,” Kayla says pleasantly.

“Please, call me Eddie.” He looks back and forth between us. “Are you two here together?”

We glance at each other.

“No way—”

“Hell no—”

Eddie lets out a chuckle. “Well okay then.” He leans over the bar. “Hello, Amber.”

She looks up with a smile. “Hey Eddie. I have your to-go order ready in the back. I’ll grab it in a second,” she says, pouring a martini for another customer.

“Thanks.” He turns his attention back to us. “Sorry things didn’t work out the way you two were hoping today.”

We both nod and shrug.

“Thank you for taking care of everything for my dad’s will,” Kayla says.

“Certainly,” he says. “Anything for James. I’m just glad it’s all done with now. And it was a treat meeting you. James wasn’t sure if you’d come, because of what happened with your mother and all.”

Her eyes flick over his face, hard and wary. “It was… It seemed like the right thing to do.”

I focus on my lemonade glass, feeling like an intruder on their conversation. I don’t know what happened with her mom but whatever it was must have been unfortunate.

“Well I’m glad you came. Both of you,” he says, looking at me. He scratches his chin. “It was an interesting will though, wasn’t it?” He shakes his head. “James always had an odd sense of humor, but asking you to handcuff yourselves together for money? Well that’s just a bit over-the-top, even for him.”

We whip our eyes to him.

“Did you say money?” I jolt up in my seat, my heart pounding as Kayla’s gaze zeroes in on him like he’s the only thing in the room. She grips the edge of the bar and leans in.

“Well… yes,” Eddie says. “The letter James wrote explains how to find the money he left you two.” He wrinkles his brow. “Did I forget to mention that earlier?”

“Yes!” we say at the same time, loud enough to turn a few heads at the bar.

“Oh, my. I could have sworn…” Eddie rubs his mouth. “What a mistake. Well, I apologize. But that’s what the will said. If the two of you agreed to be handcuffed together, you could pick up James’s letter and follow his instructions to the money he left you.”

Kayla’s eyes grow wide. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Eddie nods.

“Holy shit,” I mutter.

I’m so elated right now I could shout. Old Man Turner left money, for me, and all I have to do to get it is lock myself up to his super-hot daughter for a few hours?

Hell To The Yes.

Kayla’s mouth hangs open in shock as she whispers, “I can’t believe this.”

“There are a few caveats, of course,” he continues. “You’d have to stay handcuffed until you found the money, and you’d have to share the money—”

“Sure. Yeah. Of course.” I nod impatiently. “So how much money are we talking here? Three zeros? Four?” I lower my voice. “Six?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I’m not allowed to disclose that information. James felt that you knowing the amount would negate his purpose in leaving it to you.”

Kayla blinks a few times. “That makes no sense.”

Eddie shrugs. “But that’s the nature of wills. They don’t have to make sense.”

“What about the papers we signed today?” I say. “Does that mean we forfeited the letter?”

“Because that was before we knew that the letter was more than just a letter,” Kayla points out.

I scoot my chair around the corner of the bar so I can be closer to the conversation, and pull up right next to Kayla. She smells like coconuts. I glance at her throat. Coconuts are delicious.

Eddie waves us off. “You have twenty-four hours to change your minds. If you decide you do wish to be handcuffed after all, you can swing by my office tomorrow and we’ll draw up new papers. Thank you, Amber.” He smiles as she hands him a brown paper takeout bag. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” he says. “I have a pile of paperwork waiting for me at home and those documents aren’t going to read themselves.”

As he moves to leave, the wheels in my head start turning. I’m not crazy about Kayla. But if being handcuffed to her all day can dig me out of this money pit I’m trapped in, then chain me up! I need that money.

All I need to do now is convince Kayla that she needs it too.

7 Kayla

I’m speechless. And it’s taking everything in my power not to run after Eddie and beg him to draw up new paperwork right here at the bar. My father left me money.

My father.

Left me money.

I’m so shocked and relieved I could squeal. I might, actually. No, that wouldn’t be cool. I will not squeal in a room filled with people who are already judging me because of my bra size.

I slide my eyes to the raven-haired girl beside me who hasn’t stopped throwing dirty looks my way since I sat down, especially since Daren started talking to me. She’s probably a casualty of Daren’s undoubtedly long trail of broken hearts. Poor thing. I kind of feel bad for her. Broken hearts are the worst.

And speaking of Daren… he sure as hell better be on board with getting cuffed to me because we are going to get that letter.

Eddie wriggles his way through the crowd and out the front door with his food. The moment the door closes behind him, Daren and I snap our eyes to each other.

“We’re doing this,” we say at the same time. Followed by a confused, “You want to do this?”

I nod. “Yes.”

He nods back with bright brown eyes. “Me too.”

I shrug. “It’s not like we’d have to stay handcuffed for very long.”

“Of course not,” he agrees. “We’ll let Eddie cuff us, grab the letter, then uncuff ourselves once we know where the money is.”

“Right. And then I’ll go get the money.”

“Whoa.” He holds up a hand. “You mean, we’ll go get the money.”

“No. I mean I’ll go get the money,” I say. “Why would we go get the money?”

“Uh, because Turner left half of it to me?”

I scoff. “Yeah, because he didn’t think I’d show up. But guess what?” I mock a gasp. “I showed up.”

“And we’re all honored by your presence, Your Majesty.” He smiles sharply. “But that doesn’t mean you get to swipe my half of the inheritance.”

“Swipe? You’re rich,” I spit out. “What do you need the money for?”

“I’m rich? You’re the one who’s been living off of Daddy’s dime for the past ten years.”

“What are you talking about?” I scrunch up my face in confusion. “I’m broke.”

He scoffs. “Sure you are.”

My eyes widen. “I am.”

He shrugs and spins the ice in his glass. “Well, that’s too bad because half of that money is mine.”

I purse my lips.

Greedy. Selfish. Spoiled. Rich boy. There’s no way I’m sharing the only thing my father left to me. No way.

I didn’t get to have him in my life for five long years, and as insane as it sounds, the fact that my crazy father designed some kind of weird letter hunt for me to go on makes me feel loved—or at least remembered. And I don’t feel like sharing my father’s last memory of me with some pretty-boy heartthrob who has nothing to do with my family.

And besides, if I want to get into nursing school I’m going to need tuition money. Lots of tuition money. This might be my only opportunity to make something better of my life. There’s not a chance in hell I’m going to hand over half of my future to Daren Ackwood.

Not that he needs to know that.

“Fine,” I sigh in feigned reluctance, rolling my eyes to really sell it. “We’ll split the money.”

He nods. “Damn straight we will.”

“Hi, Daren,” coos a female voice behind me.

I turn to see a blonde Barbie doll standing beside a brunette Victoria’s Secret model, both wearing revealing tops and seductive smiles.

“Hey, Lizzy. Tanya.” Daren flashes them his dimple. “You two look lovely tonight.”

They giggle. They actually giggle. Grown women shouldn’t giggle.

But he’s right. They do look lovely, tight shirts and all. They’re very attractive and from the way they’re sizing him up I’m guessing they know Daren intimately.

“This is my friend, Kayla,” he says, gesturing to me. “Kayla, meet Lizzy and Tanya.”

I nod at them with a tentative smile. “Hello.”

They look me up and down. Then flash me fake smiles and even more fraudulent greetings.

“Love the shoes,” the Barbie says. I think she’s the one named Lizzy. She nods at my old sneakers with an air of satisfaction.

The other one—Tanya—says, “Nice… shirt.” She glances at my chest where I’m sure she’s doing girl math to see which of us has greater boob mass.

It takes all the self-control I have not to tuck my feet farther under the bar or cross my arms over my chest. There’s nothing wrong with my shoes. They’re old and ripped up a bit, but it’s not like they’re clown shoes with neon patches on them. And my shirt is completely normal. But still I feel an itch of insecurity start somewhere deep inside me and I want to slap myself for letting it exist.

They’re clearly trying to impress Daren with their false niceness. But from the look of disapproval on his face, he isn’t fooled at all.

I don’t have a lot. But I’m not ashamed of what I do have. And these two bullies are only picking on me in their passive-aggressive ways because they’re threatened by me. If I wasn’t so used to girls treating me this way, I might say something snotty in return. But instead, I smile as pleasantly as possible and remind myself that they are human beings with feelings.

I glance down at my ratty shoes and say, “Thanks. I try to dress comfy as often as possible.” I look at them and appeal to the one thing I know we have in common: being girls. “High heels might look cute but they’re a real bitch, am I right?” I smirk.

They hesitate. Clearly they weren’t expecting me to respond with such civility. The Lizzy girl breaks out a real smile.

“Totally.” She glances down at the expensive pumps she has on. “Pain. In. The. Ass.”

“Tell me about it,” Tanya adds, tapping her own fancy shoe.

For a brief moment, we aren’t enemies.

Then Tanya turns her attention back to Daren. “So, handsome…” He grins. “We looked for you last night, but couldn’t find you.”

His smile teeters. “Yeah, well. It was a long day.”

Lizzy pouts her lower lip. “We wanted to cheer you up. It must have been such a sad day for you.”

His eyes flick to me and, for a split second, I see real loss in them. He clears his throat. “It was a little rough but I’m doing okay.”