(Mira)
Sunday morning came with the usual sunlight through my window. I'd gotten used to waking up here now. The sounds of the bar settling, Hank moving around downstairs, the quiet that came before the place opened.
Ridge was picking me up at ten to take me to see about my car.
I got up and got dressed. Jeans and one of my new shirts. Brushed my hair and pulled it back in a ponytail. Looked at myself in the mirror and tried not to think about Tyler's voicemails from last night.
He's not here. He can't find you.
I went downstairs around nine. Hank was already setting up for the day.
"Morning," he said. "You're up early for a Sunday."
"I need to ask you something."
"Shoot."
"Can I take a couple hours this morning? Ridge is taking me to look at my car at ten. I'll be back to work th
