| Author: | Amarinda Jones | ISBN: | 9781476447216 |
| Publisher: | Scarlet Harlot Publishing | Publication: | June 29, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Amarinda Jones |
| ISBN: | 9781476447216 |
| Publisher: | Scarlet Harlot Publishing |
| Publication: | June 29, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Rett Cameron was hungover, broke, and had no clean underwear. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair a tangled mess, and some parts of the evening she preferred to forget. Thankfully, she had been sober enough not to go ahead with the spontaneous wedding to the topless waiter, Vincenzo.
Vegas. You gotta’ love it.
The bus depot? Not so much. She was trying to get to Miami as cheap as possible. It didn’t look good.
“Resort City, honey. That’s how far your money will go,” the ticket clerk announced.
“But I need Miami.” She was supposed to catch a connecting flight from there back home to Australia. As to how she was going to live in Miami until the flight? Rett was going to worry about that when it happened.
The clerk smiled at her. It was a smile of experience, as if she had seen this scenario too many times. “You get what you get.”
Rett blew out a breath. She opened her purse and re-counted her money, or lack thereof.
“How far to Miami from this Resort City place?”
She watched as the woman’s finger traced the distance on the map.
“Crap! That has to be another four hour bus ride.” The clerk confirmed that with a nod. “And there’s no other way I can get to
Miami?”
“Not on the money you have.”
Rett Cameron was hungover, broke, and had no clean underwear. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair a tangled mess, and some parts of the evening she preferred to forget. Thankfully, she had been sober enough not to go ahead with the spontaneous wedding to the topless waiter, Vincenzo.
Vegas. You gotta’ love it.
The bus depot? Not so much. She was trying to get to Miami as cheap as possible. It didn’t look good.
“Resort City, honey. That’s how far your money will go,” the ticket clerk announced.
“But I need Miami.” She was supposed to catch a connecting flight from there back home to Australia. As to how she was going to live in Miami until the flight? Rett was going to worry about that when it happened.
The clerk smiled at her. It was a smile of experience, as if she had seen this scenario too many times. “You get what you get.”
Rett blew out a breath. She opened her purse and re-counted her money, or lack thereof.
“How far to Miami from this Resort City place?”
She watched as the woman’s finger traced the distance on the map.
“Crap! That has to be another four hour bus ride.” The clerk confirmed that with a nod. “And there’s no other way I can get to
Miami?”
“Not on the money you have.”
