CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Broken Curls“I thought you wanted me to give you a ride to your car.” Jerry’s voice blared from the speaker to fill Kit’s car. She winced and glanced sideways. A woman in the vehicle next to her at the traffic lights leaned forward to stare.
“Hang on.” Kit grabbed the handle to close her window. The lights changed and the car behind her honked.
“What’s all the grunting?” Jerry demanded. “What are you doing?”
Kit released the handbrake and scooted through the intersection just as the lights changed back to amber. She gave a wave of apology to the vehicle behind her now stuck at a red light. “This car doesn’t have electric windows! You shouted so loud that half of Hamilton wanted to know why.” She blew out a breath and reminded herself that Jerry was a friend and not
