Chapter Sixteen
The sun slowly sank down below the horizon. The last ray warmed the sweat at the center of Mac's shoulder blades. He put away the last of the tools. But he kept the screwdriver, tucking it into his shirt pocket. As the other guys piled in Keaton's truck to head into town for a cold drink, Mac jumped into the driver’s seat of his own car.
Grizz and Keaton avoided his gaze as they had been doing all day. The two men didn’t need to voice their disapproval of where Mac was headed. Rusty and Porco, the two men who believed in love, gave him an encouraging nod. While Spinelli, the brains of the bunch, frowned at Mac as though he had no clue what was going on.
When Mac arrived twenty minutes later, he parked in the lot of the town's only motel. The establishment was a quaint on
