“You look tired, Garrett,” she said, tipping her head back to let the sun hit her face.

“You ought to sit down and let me handle the calls from the bank tomorrow.”

“My head hurts,” I said.

I sat down heavily on the bench across from her and let my shoulders slump.

“I can’t remember whether I signed the insurance release for the shop.”

Tiffany smiled, her lips painted a glossy bright pink.

“Don’t worry about the shop, Garrett.

I took care of the insurance filing yesterday.