Read Online Ever After (Love to the Rescue Book 3) by Rachel Lacey - Free Book Online
Authors: Rachel Lacey
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction
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a healthy dose of unrequited longing and a decent amount of trepidation about the kitten in the bathroom. At least one of those could be easily fixed.
She went down the hall and set up litter, food, and water for her visitor, then unlocked the cage and closed the bathroom door. She’d leave it alone in there for a while to calm down, then check on it later.
In the meantime, she sat in front of her laptop to find out how to tame a feral kitten. Her search results suggested that, with a kitten as young as this one, the process shouldn’t be too difficult. Nothing she couldn’t handle. She also needed to get it to a vet. She suspected it had a leg injury, and it probably had a whole host of other issues, but she’d give it some time to settle in first.
In the meantime…
“Ugh.” She closed her laptop and leaned back in the chair. The last thing she wanted to do was visit the Dogwood County Sheriff’s Office, and that’s exactly what she was about to do.
C HAPTER FIVE
O livia walked out the front door of the Dogwood County Sheriff’s Office, her pulse thumping an angry tap dance between her ears. The deputy who’d taken her statement had all but laughed at her.
“Do you own white spray paint?” he’d asked, as if she would spray-paint her own car and report it so that they could enjoy a laugh at her expense. They didn’t take her seriously. And if the sheriff’s office thought she was a joke, how was she ever supposed to get them to take action against Halverson Foods?
She hadn’t thought anything could be more humiliating than her arrest last week, but this might be, because this time she hadn’t done anything wrong. Now she had to go home and find out how to get spray paint off her car, then deal with the stray kitten in her bathroom.
That all sounded a bit lonely and depressing, which was not her idea of a good time in the least, so she picked up her phone to try to rustle up some company for later. No boyfriend at the moment, and she was trying to distance herself from Kristi and Terence. Her college roommate, Cara, had moved to Massachusetts. That left Merry. They’d been friends through Cara, but now that Cara had moved, she and Merry had been spending more time together.
Merry’s phone rang through to voicemail, and Olivia remembered belatedly that her friend worked a twelve-hour shift at Dogwood Hospital on Mondays.
“Hey, it’s Liv. If you feel like going out for a drink or something after work, let me know.” She hung up and pushed the phone into her purse.
Ugh. This was so lame.
Olivia drove home in a huff. Phone in hand, she walked around the Prius taking photos of the graffiti. The sheriff’s office might not take her seriously, but this was no laughing matter as far as she was concerned. It couldn’t hurt to have her own documentation of the damage.
Once she was satisfied she’d taken enough photos, it was time to clean it off. A quick Google search suggested nail polish remover might be the answer. Unfortunately she’d used most of what she had scrubbing paint off herself after last week’s debacle. She took what remained of the bottle outside with a dish towel and started rubbing at the chicken closest to her front bumper.
It smeared and began to come off. The rag quickly turned pink, but it looked like most of the car’s red paint had stayed intact. She managed to remove the first chicken, leaving only a dull patch in the Prius’s paint, before she ran out of nail polish remover.
Determined not to drive to work tomorrow in a chicken-covered car, she hopped in and drove down the street to CVS. She bought a half dozen bottles of nail polish remover, then drove back home and spent the next two hours scrubbing every last bit of graffiti from her car.
Her hands stung, and her head ached from the fumes. She turned on the hose and sprayed the rest of the residue from the Prius, then headed inside for a shower. When she got out, her phone was ringing.
She glanced at the
She went down the hall and set up litter, food, and water for her visitor, then unlocked the cage and closed the bathroom door. She’d leave it alone in there for a while to calm down, then check on it later.
In the meantime, she sat in front of her laptop to find out how to tame a feral kitten. Her search results suggested that, with a kitten as young as this one, the process shouldn’t be too difficult. Nothing she couldn’t handle. She also needed to get it to a vet. She suspected it had a leg injury, and it probably had a whole host of other issues, but she’d give it some time to settle in first.
In the meantime…
“Ugh.” She closed her laptop and leaned back in the chair. The last thing she wanted to do was visit the Dogwood County Sheriff’s Office, and that’s exactly what she was about to do.
C HAPTER FIVE
O livia walked out the front door of the Dogwood County Sheriff’s Office, her pulse thumping an angry tap dance between her ears. The deputy who’d taken her statement had all but laughed at her.
“Do you own white spray paint?” he’d asked, as if she would spray-paint her own car and report it so that they could enjoy a laugh at her expense. They didn’t take her seriously. And if the sheriff’s office thought she was a joke, how was she ever supposed to get them to take action against Halverson Foods?
She hadn’t thought anything could be more humiliating than her arrest last week, but this might be, because this time she hadn’t done anything wrong. Now she had to go home and find out how to get spray paint off her car, then deal with the stray kitten in her bathroom.
That all sounded a bit lonely and depressing, which was not her idea of a good time in the least, so she picked up her phone to try to rustle up some company for later. No boyfriend at the moment, and she was trying to distance herself from Kristi and Terence. Her college roommate, Cara, had moved to Massachusetts. That left Merry. They’d been friends through Cara, but now that Cara had moved, she and Merry had been spending more time together.
Merry’s phone rang through to voicemail, and Olivia remembered belatedly that her friend worked a twelve-hour shift at Dogwood Hospital on Mondays.
“Hey, it’s Liv. If you feel like going out for a drink or something after work, let me know.” She hung up and pushed the phone into her purse.
Ugh. This was so lame.
Olivia drove home in a huff. Phone in hand, she walked around the Prius taking photos of the graffiti. The sheriff’s office might not take her seriously, but this was no laughing matter as far as she was concerned. It couldn’t hurt to have her own documentation of the damage.
Once she was satisfied she’d taken enough photos, it was time to clean it off. A quick Google search suggested nail polish remover might be the answer. Unfortunately she’d used most of what she had scrubbing paint off herself after last week’s debacle. She took what remained of the bottle outside with a dish towel and started rubbing at the chicken closest to her front bumper.
It smeared and began to come off. The rag quickly turned pink, but it looked like most of the car’s red paint had stayed intact. She managed to remove the first chicken, leaving only a dull patch in the Prius’s paint, before she ran out of nail polish remover.
Determined not to drive to work tomorrow in a chicken-covered car, she hopped in and drove down the street to CVS. She bought a half dozen bottles of nail polish remover, then drove back home and spent the next two hours scrubbing every last bit of graffiti from her car.
Her hands stung, and her head ached from the fumes. She turned on the hose and sprayed the rest of the residue from the Prius, then headed inside for a shower. When she got out, her phone was ringing.
She glanced at the
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