Coasting In

By Winter Travers

When Rory gets hoodwinked into a single's weekend in Kismet Cove, she's ready to lock herself in the bathroom and refuse to leave. That is until she meets a handsome stranger at the bar and she realizes maybe this weekend isn't so bad.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Winter Travers
• Release date: May 28, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227456410

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

About the Author

Coming Soon

Excerpt from Nickel

Chapter 1

Stone

HAVEN’T SEEN ONE OF those before.

Those were the six words you never wanted to hear a mechanic say.

Uh, what?

The tall, balding man stroked his chin.

It’s a Harley. I didn’t think I was in the middle of nowhere that the mechanic wouldn’t know a Harley when he saw one.

I know it’s a Harley. I saw one of these new ones in a magazine the other month. He nodded to the waiting area. I could probably find the magazine in one of those stacks if you want me to, he offered.

I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair. Uh, I think I’ll pass. I had the real thing right in front of me. I didn’t need to look at a picture of it in a magazine. Do you think you can fix it? I looked at the name on his chest. Hans.

I’m sure I can. The problem is I don’t have the parts on hand. I’ll need to order them in.

I wasn’t really surprised by that. My hopes of there being a bike dealership in town were dashed when the closest one was over a hundred miles away. Well, if you can figure out what parts it will need, I think you should get them ordered.

More than likely won’t be until next week that they get here.

It was Wednesday morning. How was it going to take that long to get whatever parts I needed? Uh, you don’t think they can overnight them or something?

Hans shrugged. I’ll try, but I’ll be shocked as hell if they get here before Monday.

I was going to be stuck in Kismet Cove for the foreseeable future thanks to my bike deciding to sputter and die on the side of the road. Is there at least a motel or somewhere I can stay until the parts come in?

Hans pointed down the street. Hotel Serendipity is two blocks that way. He turned and pointed the other way. And Goodnight Inn or Honey Bee Bed and Breakfast is that way.

So the town has three places to stay, but you’re the only mechanic? I drawled.

Hans pulled a greasy rag out of his hand and blew his nose into it.

Sweet Jesus.

He wiped his nose and not surprisingly smear grease above his top lip. Well, you’ve got a hotel, motel, and a bed and breakfast. Options are good.

It would have been good to have more options when it came to mechanics.

I closed my eyes and tried to keep my cool. It was nice to have options, but I didn’t care where I stayed as long as there was a place to lay my head. Which is the closest since I’m going to be walking to it?

Hans reached into his pocket and handed me a card. You can call Bill. He’ll drive you wherever you want to go.

You think he can drive me to go pick up the part I need to fix my bike? I joked.

Well, I would assume he could, but he does have some restrictions on his license due to that coma he was in three years ago.

This day just kept getting weirder and weirder. I should have stayed in bed instead of deciding to head off on a spontaneous road trip to visit my dad and brother. I think I would just prefer to walk. I didn’t need to add any more excitement to my day.

Well, I guess if you’re looking to get some exercise and fresh air, I would go with Hotel Serendipity, though if it were me, I would rather sleep in the beds at Honey Bee, Hans suggested.

I shouldn’t ask, and just be on my way to the hotel, but I had a morbid curiosity to know just why he would rather sleep at Honey Bee. Any particular reason why that would be?

Hans smiled wide and bared the large gap where his front tooth should be. About three years ago Milly Bottom got into the moonshine and decided to show me just why the Honey Bee is the highest rated place to stay in town. Hans winked and clicked his tongue. And she also showed me how she can put her legs behind her head.

And that was my cue to get the hell out of here. I gave Hans a card with my number on it, and told him to call me when the parts came in. I was hoping he was wrong about it not being until next week, but something told me things ran on their own pace in Kismet Cove.

I headed in the direction of Hotel Serendipity and tried not to think about ol’ Hans and Milly