Sixteen
Jamison
The rental car place isn’t that busy, thank goodness, because I want to get to the fire station before Kingston goes on shift. Of course it has to be his engine company that offers free car seat installation checks. Yesterday was the perfect opportunity for me to switch out this car, but Sedona needed me, and she’ll always come first now, after Palmer.
When I walk up to the desk, the man who helped me pick out the Camaro two days ago is helping someone else, so I’m left with the woman who looks as though she’d rather be anywhere but here.
“Excuse me, I need to trade this in.” I slide over the keys to the Camaro.
“Is there something wrong?” She doesn’t take the keys.
“No, I just need a different car. A minivan.” I almost choke on the words. I never thought of myself as
