Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 25071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Just perfect.
“How much?” she asked tiredly.
“Five thousand dollars should cover it.”
Sunny would have fallen off the sofa if Hatter wasn’t pinning her down.
“Five thousand dollars? It can’t possibly cost that much to get it back!”
“Well, and we need money to fix it,” her mother said airily. “Mechanical issues aren’t something that Phoenix excels in.”
“Where is Dad?”
“Sunshine,” her mother sighed.
“Sorry, where is Phoenix?”
“He’s meditating. He’s very upset about all of this.”
“How much is it to pay all the fees, plus tow it to where you’re staying?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure exactly, but I think about fifteen hundred should cover it. Can you mail us the money?”
“I’m not putting money in the mail!” Sunny told her.
“There’s no need to yell, Sunshine. Have you been meditating lately? You sound very stressed.”
Maybe because she was busy organising her wedding, then her mother called asking for money.
“It’s either that or we can come stay with you for a while, Sunshine.”
Oh, no.
No, nope, nuh-uh.
“I don’t have a lot of money right now. I’ll have to see what I can do. But you need to get a bank account.”
“And have the man track us?”
Sunny really didn’t know how they’d managed all these years without a bank account, but somehow they’d done it.
“Open a bank account. Or find a friend with one.” One that hopefully wouldn’t rip them off. “I’ll try to find some money.”
“What about your husband? James? Doesn’t he have money?”
“I just told you that Greg and I are divorced. Just . . . do what I said, Mom.” She finished the call as her mother started ranting about labels.
It was rude of her, but she didn’t care.
She leaned her head back against the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. What the hell was she going to do?
She didn’t have a spare fifteen hundred dollars. Most of their savings were going toward their wedding. And what was left was only for emergencies.
This didn’t really classify as an emergency.
Although her parents moving in with them could certainly be called a catastrophe.
No way any of them would survive that. Duke would kill her parents. Nope, that couldn’t happen.
So, she had two choices. Do nothing. Ignore the call and go on with her life. It wasn’t like her parents could turn up on her doorstep and demand to stay with her. They probably didn’t remember where she lived anyway. And they wouldn’t have the means to get here. Although, her mom hadn’t said which state they were in.
Sunny blew out a breath. It didn’t matter. Because she wasn’t going to go with that option. No way could she sleep at night knowing that her parents didn’t have anywhere to live. That they might be homeless and starving.
That wasn’t who she was. No matter how crappy they were at being parents, they were still her mom and dad.
So that left the other option. Finding the money from somewhere.
“I’m going to have to get it somehow.” Which wasn’t going to be easy. Shoot. “I’ll have to sell something, Hatter.”
Hatter whined, looking worried.
“Not you, baby. I’d never sell my pup.”
He breathed out a huge sigh. Sometimes she swore he understood what she was saying. She scratched behind his ears and he turned his head, smiling up at her.
And people said dogs couldn’t smile. That was bullshit. His mouth definitely turned up at the ends.
“But what do I have that I can sell?”
Maybe Duke would have some ideas. He wasn’t going to like this. At all. However, she had to tell him. They didn’t hide stuff like this from each other. But it might be easier to tell him if she had a solution already.
But what could she sell? She glanced around the room. There was nothing in here. Maybe she could sell some of her toys?
Her heart actually skipped at the thought. Not her toys. Nope. What else did she own other than some jewelry that she also couldn’t part with?
Unless . . .
She wiggled out from under Hatter and made her way to the garage. Moving over to the corner, she pulled off the old sheet that covered it.
And there it sat, gorgeous and unused.
Biting her lip, she ran her hand over the body. She’d always hoped she’d get to take it for at least one ride. But Duke had made it clear that he didn’t want her riding it. So, it sat here, sad and unloved.
Sunny let out a deep breath. It was the only solution. And if she was never going to get to ride the pink Harley Davidson, then it should go to someone who would.
She just hoped they appreciated the rhinestones glued to the mudguards as much as she did.
It was worth a lot more than fifteen hundred dollars. It might even be enough to help her parents fix their RV. And Duke would probably be pleased to get rid of it. He’d been mad as a hornet when the Fox bought it for her.