Chapter Eighty-Four
“Are you sure about this?” Kate glanced over at Aidan’s parents’ house.
“No!” He stared past her at his dad’s red double garage door. “I never know what he’s going to ask me to do when I ask for a favour. You remember the last time? He took me deep-sea fishing on that tiny trawler.”
Kate laughed. He would, too, had he not almost died of hypothermia from wearing the wrong kind of clothing. “I can still remember my teeth chattering so hard I thought they would shatter.”
“How could I forget?” She slid the key in the ignition of her MG. “Say the word, and we’re out of here. I’ve got a ton of publicity to do before the re-opening.” Turning the key, the engine started. “What’s it going to be, love?”
Aidan stared down at the letter he’d taken from Chris’ garage. “Let’s do
