Waiting for Willa (Big Sky, #3)(49)

“Tom, should I just have it towed somewhere else? If you’re too busy for it, just say so.”

“Nah, Willa. I’m sorry it’s been a huge fiasco. I’m going to fix it for just the cost of the parts. I won’t charge you for labor. Give me one more week to resolve it, okay?”

I sigh. “Okay. But, seriously, just be honest if it’s not something you can do.”

“Deal,” he says, then talks to someone in his shop. “Oops, better go, Willa. I’ll be in touch.”

He hangs up, and I shake my head. I’ve grown used to the Rover. I actually love it, but I’ll never admit that to Max. Knowing him, he’d sign the title over to me.

He’s generous and sweet. But I don’t need his car. I already feel bad that I’ve had it as long as I have. It did turn out to be helpful, though. A car rental would have been expensive, and my mom couldn’t have been without her vehicle this long.

I’ll have to do something extra nice to thank Max for loaning it to me.

I pull into a space in front of the yoga studio, pull my mat out of the backseat, and walk inside. I’m a little early, so only Fallon is here.

“Hi, Willa,” she says with a welcoming smile. Fallon is petite and slender and strong from all of the yoga, with long, dark hair and brown eyes. She has a tiny, dark mole next to her eye that makes her look exotic.

“Good morning,” I reply and spread out my mat in my usual spot at the back of the class, then walk up to join her. “How are you?”

“I actually overslept this morning for the first time in a very long time,” she admits.

“You must have needed the sleep.”

“I suppose so,” she says with a shrug. “I scored some really great deals at your sale this week.”

“Oh, I’m so glad. What did you pick up?”

She tells me about her new tops and shoes, and just when she’s finished, Jenna walks in.

“I overslept,” Jenna says in a rush.

“So did I,” Fallon says with a frown. “I wonder what phase the moon is in?”

“Whatever it is, it’s making me sleep,” Jenna says with a yawn, then smiles at me. “But I made it.”

“Good. You look really cute for just rolling out of bed.”

“Christian tried to keep me there, but I wasn’t about to miss yoga with my bestie,” she says, smiling smugly.

“Wow, I’m proud of you,” I reply. A couple of other women arrive, but the group is small today. “I wonder if everyone is sleeping in?”

“Could be,” Jenna says, then shoots me a weird smile like she has a secret.

“What’s up with you?” I ask as we stand on our mats.

“Nothing.” She scoffs. That’s a clear sign she’s telling me a fib.

“I don’t buy it.”

“There is literally nothing going on,” she says, stretching her arms above her head. “What’s going on with you?”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Why does your voice sound like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like Mickey Mouse?”

She shrugs. “Maybe I’m coming down with something.”

I watch her for a moment more, then turn my attention to Fallon. We’re quiet today as we move from pose to pose, breathing and centering. One of the things I love most about Fallon’s class is that she incorporates guided meditation, which makes me feel completely grounded by the time class is over.

“Namaste, friends,” Fallon says as we finish up.

“Namaste,” we reply in unison.

“You know what would feel good?” Jenna asks. “Sunshine. We haven’t seen sunshine in forever.”

“Have your rich fiancé take you somewhere sunny,” I suggest, but she just smiles that strange smile. “Okay, you’re acting really weird today.”

“Gotta go,” she says, kissing my cheek then waving as she jogs off to her car.

Is she pregnant? Morning drinking?

I shake my head, climb into the Rover, and drive toward home. I love that the sale is over, and the shop has slowed down a bit. With my two new employees, Brittney and Melanie, catching on so quickly, I can go home, take a leisurely shower, and roll into work whenever I like.

God bless my mom for recommending that I hire both of them.

I frown when I see Max’s car parked in front of my house but then get a little excited. I have plenty of time to squeeze in some sexy time before work today.

I climb out of the car as he joins me and pulls me in for a long, deep kiss.

“Well, good morning to you, too,” I murmur when he pulls back.

“I have a surprise for you,” he says.

“What’s that?”

“We’re going on vacation.”

I blink, staring at him, sure I’ve heard him wrong. “What?”

“Vacation,” he repeats. “I’ve packed you a bag, and the plane is ready to go.”

“You packed for me?”

“What you’ll need, yes. Come on, trust me.”

“I need to call Jean and let her know. And my mom, ask her to cover for me at the shop—”

“All done,” he replies with a smile. “Jean knows where we’ll be and how to reach us at all times. And your mom is filling in for you at the shop. It’s all set.”