“This panel gap looks uneven.”
I looked down at the streak.
Something ugly moved through me.
Laura stepped closer to the hood.
“The paint looks cheap.”
“It matches the factory code.”
Something ugly moved through me.
She made a face.
“It doesn’t look right.”
I knew what they were doing.
By then, I think I had known from the moment they walked in.
Brent picked up the invoice.
I knew what they were doing.
He scanned the total and laughed.
“Seven grand?”
“Parts weren’t free.”
He dropped the paper.
It landed on the oil-stained concrete between us.
He scanned the total and laughed.
“We’re not paying this.”
My pulse thudded in my ears.
Laura looked at me and smiled.
“Consider the experience your fee.”
Brent chuckled.
“We’re not paying this.”
I bent down and picked up the invoice.
“You brought me a wrecked vehicle. You authorized the repairs.”
“I didn’t authorize seven thousand dollars,” Laura said.
“You told me to fix it.”
“Prove it.”
“You brought me a wrecked vehicle. You authorized the repairs.”
That word should have scared me.
Instead, it settled something in my mind.
Then she leaned closer.
“And before you start causing problems, remember this weekend.”
For once, I didn’t argue.
It settled something in my mind.
Instead, I just smiled.
“Okay.”
The look on Laura’s face changed.
Brent grinned.
“Good.”
