TWELVE
Angie heard the shower running upstairs as she entered through the front door of the B and B. Her new tenant must be showering after a day spent with bikers. It had been warm outside, although not as warm as some of the Bike Week Fests had been. She wondered if Tank had attended the mud wrestling event at the Cabbage Patch Bar. She smirked thinking about women clad in bathing suits tussling around in sloppy mud. She’d only heard about it, never having attended the spectacle herself. That didn’t sound like anything she’d want to participate in or even watch.
Precious broke into her thoughts when she let out a loud meow.
“What’s my baby want?” she asked the fluffball as the cat maneuvered around her ankles like a snake. “Are you hungry? Want mama to get you some food?”
Angie walke
