Chapter Seven
Bed and
Breakfast
Rosalie
hoisted herself up into the cab of Alex’s truck. The bench had been
reupholstered with a colorful Southwestern tapestry. She hadn’t known what to
expect from the inside of Alex’s truck. She didn’t think Alex would have beer
cans and beef jerky wrappers littering the floor of her car, but the well-kept
interior was a pleasant surprise.
She looked
up, noticing a small dreamcatcher hanging from the rearview mirror. She didn’t
peg Alex as the superstitious type and didn’t know what to make of it.
“Do you
think those things work?” She nodded toward the dreamcatcher.
“Do you?”
Alex volleyed back. It was half challenge, half curiosity.
Rosalie
shrugged. “I haven’t thought much about it.”
Alex gave a
contemplative nod as she started the ca
