Chapter Thirteen
TESSA
Lucky for us, Jingle Balls B&B is just on the other side of the town square, so we can leave the car where it is and walk over. I grab our bags from the back, including the garbage bag with the uniform he wore on the airplane. I’m hoping the kind owners at Jingle Balls will let me wash them for him. Especially since he did a chugging competition to win us this room.
Tre is still sitting on the stairs of the front porch of the B&B when I return, leaning his head on the iron banister and looking really green.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
He stands as I approach, following me inside.
“Don’t ask,” he grumbles. “This better be worth it.”
I walk over to the desk where an older woman with a head of gray hair is looking at us with anticipation. “I was expecting you,”
