High Noon in Sandbridge
Chapter 1
“Eight, nine, ten, eleven…goddamn it, where’s twelve?” Andy needed to get the inventory numbers to Scooter and then run down to the rental to do some repairs. Two months until the summer season officially started, but they already had the place booked for two of the four weeks in April, and none of the renters would be happy if there was a hole in the wall in the kitchen or the bathroom light was flickering.
But before he could do that, he had to find this missing package of pre-sliced cheese. Preferably soon; it was f*****g cold in the walk-in fridge.
Andy’d had better days.
“Hey, babe,” Scooter said, strolling in and immediately wrapping Andy in his arms.
Andy leaned into the warmth with a sigh. “Almost done,” he promised. “I’m just one cheese shor
