Tonya stepped back and critically examined her handiwork. She had found some red electrical tape in the pantry this morning and decided she’d better seal the crack in the turn signal casing. Satisfied that water wouldn’t get into it any more than it already had, she opened the driver’s door and tossed the tape onto the floorboard of the back seat.
“Here’s your travel coffee cup,” Ashure said, walking toward the car.
“Thank you! I can’t believe I almost forgot it,” she said.
“It was on the counter in the bathroom,” he chuckled.
She grimaced. “Right where I left it,” she ruefully replied.
He looked up at the sky. She followed his gaze and then retreated to the warm interior of her car. He slid into the passenger seat and buckled up while she shifted into reverse. Turning around and look
