Chapter 22
“Thanks for the ride, Sam,” Josie told her friend when they pulled up outside the Birmingham Grand.
“No problem, but you need to get a new car already. It’s always breaking down on you, and you know that’s not safe.”
“With what money?” Josie asked with a grin.
The money Beau had paid her for the one week they’d spent together before she quit had been well spent. It’d been enough to keep Ruth’s House open and allow her enough credits to complete her degree at UAB. But even living as frugally as she had for the last six months, there wasn’t enough left over to replace her junker car.
“I don’t know. Maybe you could ask Mr. Moneybags Country Singer in there?” Sam suggested. “You didn’t seem to have any problem hitting him up for that big donation last night.”
“That’s different
