CHAPTER EIGHT
“Your sister? You never mentioned having a sister. We’ve known each other for years, man.“
“You may have noticed she likes her privacy. To say she’s a loner would be a huge understatement.”
A tipsy patron made their curvy route toward the juke box and uncannily played Patsy’s “Sweet Dreams,” reminding of my breakfast with the hottie off the beaten track. “Yeah, I noticed. She covered my head with a hood when she drove me back to my truck the next day and then drove in circles to make sure I couldn’t find her place later on.”
Aiden’s shoulders bounced up and down and his eyes twinkled at hearing his sister’s extremes. “Sounds like something she would do.” He paused, picked up a napkin, and began tearing it into small pieces. “She’s been a hermit ever since the incident she
