Chapter 24
Under the awning of the Mom-and-Pop-style restaurant, Oriana pressed her watch into the bent old man’s hand.
“This watch is sterling silver—an antique.” She pointed at the dent-laden, silver pickup. “The For Sale sign says ‘Five hundred, negotiable.’ You’ll get more than that if you pawn the watch.”
“I don’t doubt you.” The old man squinted at the silver band, shaking his head slowly. “But I don’t feel right about this. You look upset, honey. Why don’t you come in and let me buy you a coffee? Then I’ll drive you wherever you want to go.”
The soft ocean breeze wafted over her and cooled the sweat-coated flesh under her T-shirt. She’d stopped in the locker room just long enough to shed all the protective gear and ditch Sloan’s old skates. She had no doubt Sloan and Tyler would
