I lean back in my chair and cross my arms, diverting her attention. “So tell me, Kayla. Why are you still here? I thought you’d be long gone by now.”

She takes a sip of her beer. “I don’t like driving at night so I’m waiting until morning.”

“Where are you staying?”

“Uh…” She starts to play with her paper napkin, fringing the edge with tiny tears. “The Quickie Stop?”

I lift my eyebrows. “The shitty place off the freeway?”

She doesn’t make eye contact. “Yep.”

“That’s the shadiest motel in four counties. Why are you staying there? Why not the Willow Inn outside of town—or Martha’s Bed & Breakfast in the town square?”

“Because I’m on a budget.” She shoots me a cool look as if that’s somehow my fault.

I must really have a talent for pissing this girl off.

“Well fancy meeting you two here.” Eddie Perkins wedges himself between Kayla and the black-haired girl beside her with a wide grin. “How are you kids doing tonight?”

See what I mean about not being able to avoid anyone?

“Hi, Mr. Perkins,” Kayla says pleasantly.

“Please, call me Eddie.” He looks back and forth between us. “Are you two here together?”

We glance at each other.

“No way—”

“Hell no—”

Eddie lets out a chuckle. “Well okay then.” He leans over the bar. “Hello, Amber.”

She looks up with a smile. “Hey Eddie. I have your to-go order ready in the back. I’ll grab it in a second,” she says, pouring a martini for another customer.

“Thanks.” He turns his attention back to us. “Sorry things didn’t work out the way you two were hoping today.”

We both nod and shrug.

“Thank you for taking care of everything for my dad’s will,” Kayla says.

“Certainly,” he says. “Anything for James. I’m just glad it’s all done with now. And it was a treat meeting you. James wasn’t sure if you’d come, because of what happened with your mother and all.”

Her eyes flick over his face, hard and wary. “It was… It seemed like the right thing to do.”

I focus on my lemonade glass, feeling like an intruder on their conversation. I don’t know what happened with her mom but whatever it was must have been unfortunate.

“Well I’m glad you came. Both of you,” he says, looking at me. He scratches his chin. “It was an interesting will though, wasn’t it?” He shakes his head. “James always had an odd sense of humor, but asking you to handcuff yourselves together for money? Well that’s just a bit over-the-top, even for him.”

We whip our eyes to him.

“Did you say money?” I jolt up in my seat, my heart pounding as Kayla’s gaze zeroes in on him like he’s the only thing in the room. She grips the edge of the bar and leans in.

“Well… yes,” Eddie says. “The letter James wrote explains how to find the money he left you two.” He wrinkles his brow. “Did I forget to mention that earlier?”

“Yes!” we say at the same time, loud enough to turn a few heads at the bar.

“Oh, my. I could have sworn…” Eddie rubs his mouth. “What a mistake. Well, I apologize. But that’s what the will said. If the two of you agreed to be handcuffed together, you could pick up James’s letter and follow his instructions to the money he left you.”

Kayla’s eyes grow wide. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Eddie nods.

“Holy shit,” I mutter.

I’m so elated right now I could shout. Old Man Turner left money, for me, and all I have to do to get it is lock myself up to his super-hot daughter for a few hours?

Hell To The Yes.

Kayla’s mouth hangs open in shock as she whispers, “I can’t believe this.”

“There are a few caveats, of course,” he continues. “You’d have to stay handcuffed until you found the money, and you’d have to share the money—”

“Sure. Yeah. Of course.” I nod impatiently. “So how much money are we talking here? Three zeros? Four?” I lower my voice. “Six?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I’m not allowed to disclose that information. James felt that you knowing the amount would negate his purpose in leaving it to you.”

Kayla blinks a few times. “That makes no sense.”

Eddie shrugs. “But that’s the nature of wills. They don’t have to make sense.”

“What about the papers we signed today?” I say. “Does that mean we forfeited the letter?”

“Because that was before we knew that the letter was more than just a letter,” Kayla points out.

I scoot my chair around the corner of the bar so I can be closer to the conversation, and pull up right next to Kayla. She smells like coconuts. I glance at her throat. Coconuts are delicious.

Eddie waves us off. “You have twenty-four hours to change your minds. If you decide you do wish to be handcuffed after all, you can swing by my office tomorrow and we’ll draw up new papers. Thank you, Amber.” He smiles as she hands him a brown paper takeout bag. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” he says. “I have a pile of paperwork waiting for me at home and those documents aren’t going to read themselves.”

As he moves to leave, the wheels in my head start turning. I’m not crazy about Kayla. But if being handcuffed to her all day can dig me out of this money pit I’m trapped in, then chain me up! I need that money.

All I need to do now is convince Kayla that she needs it too.

I’m speechless. And it’s taking everything in my power not to run after Eddie and beg him to draw up new paperwork right here at the bar. My father left me money.

My father.

Left me money.

I’m so shocked and relieved I could squeal. I might, actually. No, that wouldn’t be cool. I will not squeal in a room filled with people who are already judging me because of my bra size.

I slide my eyes to the raven-haired girl beside me who hasn’t stopped throwing dirty looks my way since I sat down, especially since Daren started talking to me. She’s probably a casualty of Daren’s undoubtedly long trail of broken hearts. Poor thing. I kind of feel bad for her. Broken hearts are the worst.

And speaking of Daren… he sure as hell better be on board with getting cuffed to me because we are going to get that letter.

Eddie wriggles his way through the crowd and out the front door with his food. The moment the door closes behind him, Daren and I snap our eyes to each other.

“We’re doing this,” we say at the same time. Followed by a confused, “You want to do this?”

I nod. “Yes.”

He nods back with bright brown eyes. “Me too.”

I shrug. “It’s not like we’d have to stay handcuffed for very long.”

“Of course not,” he agrees. “We’ll let Eddie cuff us, grab the letter, then uncuff ourselves once we know where the money is.”

“Right. And then I’ll go get the money.”

“Whoa.” He holds up a hand. “You mean, we’ll go get the money.”

“No. I mean I’ll go get the money,” I say. “Why would we go get the money?”

“Uh, because Turner left half of it to me?”

I scoff. “Yeah, because he didn’t think I’d show up. But guess what?” I mock a gasp. “I showed up.”

“And we’re all honored by your presence, Your Majesty.” He smiles sharply. “But that doesn’t mean you get to swipe my half of the inheritance.”

“Swipe? You’re rich,” I spit out. “What do you need the money for?”

“I’m rich? You’re the one who’s been living off of Daddy’s dime for the past ten years.”

“What are you talking about?” I scrunch up my face in confusion. “I’m broke.”

He scoffs. “Sure you are.”

My eyes widen. “I am.”

He shrugs and spins the ice in his glass. “Well, that’s too bad because half of that money is mine.”

I purse my lips.

Greedy. Selfish. Spoiled. Rich boy. There’s no way I’m sharing the only thing my father left to me. No way.

I didn’t get to have him in my life for five long years, and as insane as it sounds, the fact that my crazy father designed some kind of weird letter hunt for me to go on makes me feel loved—or at least remembered. And I don’t feel like sharing my father’s last memory of me with some pretty-boy heartthrob who has nothing to do with my family.