* Gabe dropped me off at the only car sale lot in town before he headed home from the clinic. I had managed to move some of my money under the radar, mainly thanks to the Alphas friend, Troy. The polar bear was fucking slick. At least now I could buy a truck and maybe find a place to rent. I opened the door to the trailer that obviously housed the office. "Hello! Welcome to Max's Auto Sales! I'm Max." The short little balding human was already grabbing my hand and shaking it. "All you salesman seem to be named Max." I commented and he chortled out a laugh. "It rolls right off the tongue. If your name ain't Max, change it. What can I do for you today?" I rubbed the back of my neck. "I need a truck. Nothing fancy. Nothing that looks like I'm compensating. Just something to get me from point A to point B." He chuckled again and moved to the door. He held it open for me, giving me another hearty slap on the back as I stepped through. "I think I've got just the thing for you." He grabbed a set of keys from a lock box and headed down the stairs. "Wait right here." I nodded and leaned on the railing, looking out over the cars that were lined up facing the street. I heard the engine as soon as it kicked over. It rumbled as it came around the corner. It was a sleek black truck, with tinted windows and all the upgrades. He parked it almost in front of the building and climbed out, leaving it running. The interior was lit up with blue LED lights and the upholstery was a nice black leather with blue stitching. "She's got a little under a hundred thousand miles, upgraded exhaust, K and N filter upgrades, new tires and fast as lightening." I walked around the truck, liking the look of her. I nodded. "Price?" He rubbed his neck. "Listed at Twelve-six, but she's old stock, an 03, and I'd take ten-two for her." I climbed in the drivers seat. It was comfortable and everything was in mint condition. I revved the engine and liked how it sounded. "Ten-two is still high for the year, man. I mean, fourteen years old." I rubbed my chin and then squinted down the road, almost as if I would move on. "What are you suggesting?" He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Eight-two, cash. Straight up." He nodded. "Deal." He held his hand out and we shook. I knew it would take a few weeks before the information on my purchase reached all the proper channels and my hope was to be back in Alaska, dealing with the traitors. I followed Max back inside of the office and we settled up on the truck, temporary tags, and all the paperwork. He even submitted information to get the insurance added. Three hours later, I was driving my truck up into the parking lot of Ama Mae's Bed and Breakfast. Bo had said Ama Mae owned some cabins and sometimes rented them out. That's what I wanted: a secluded cabin. No chance of running into Caiden's crazy ass cousin.The house was huge and had been converted and added onto throughout the years. I walked down the hall, the floors shining as if they had just been polished. "Hello, can I help you?" A native woman stepped out of an office. "Hey, I'm Quinn Cooper and I'm friends with Gabriel Jericho and his mate - they said I could see you about renting a cabin?" She held her hand out. "I'm Ama Mae. Follow me." She led me into a tastefully decorated office. "I only have one rental cabin available, and it needs work. Could probably use a good scrubbing and some other repairs." She opened a ledger that seemed full of rental agreements. "What is the monthly rent?" She flipped to the page. "Three-thirty. Utilities are not included." I nodded. "What kind of work does it need?" She sat down and opened her computer, her fingers flying over the keys. She had a pretty good business going for a woman without a mate backing her. "Looks like the porch needs reinforcing. Could stand a new roof. Some fresh paint. You could do a walk through and let me know what you think it needs." I nodded. "What if I did the repair work?" She leaned back in her chair. "You do the work?" I nodded again. "You do the work, and I'll buy the needed supplies and I'll cover utilities while you do the work. You into construction?" I shrugged. "Used to be. Where do I sign?" She turned back to her computer. "Let's get the agreement in black and white." I sat back. I had a truck. I'd have a roof over my head. At some point, I'd go get some clothes. It looked like I would have some time to do what was needed before I went back to Alaska to deal with that shit. For now though, Bellingham would be home. *

* Gabe dropped me off at the only car sale lot in town before he headed home from the clinic. I had managed to move some of my money under the radar, mainly thanks to the Alphas friend, Troy. The polar bear was fucking slick. At least now I could buy a truck and maybe find a place to rent. I opened the door to the trailer that obviously housed the office. "Hello! Welcome to Max's Auto Sales! I'm Max." The short little balding human was already grabbing my hand and shaking it. "All you salesman seem to be named Max." I commented and he chortled out a laugh. "It rolls right off the tongue. If your name ain't Max, change it. What can I do for you today?" I rubbed the back of my neck. "I need a truck. Nothing fancy. Nothing that looks like I'm compensating. Just something to get me from point A to point B." He chuckled again and moved to the door. He held it open for me, giving me another hearty slap on the back as I stepped through. "I think I've got just the thing for you." He grabbed a set of keys from a lock box and headed down the stairs. "Wait right here." I nodded and leaned on the railing, looking out over the cars that were lined up facing the street. I heard the engine as soon as it kicked over. It rumbled as it came around the corner. It was a sleek black truck, with tinted windows and all the upgrades. He parked it almost in front of the building and climbed out, leaving it running. The interior was lit up with blue LED lights and the upholstery was a nice black leather with blue stitching. "She's got a little under a hundred thousand miles, upgraded exhaust, K and N filter upgrades, new tires and fast as lightening." I walked around the truck, liking the look of her. I nodded. "Price?" He rubbed his neck. "Listed at Twelve-six, but she's old stock, an 03, and I'd take ten-two for her." I climbed in the drivers seat. It was comfortable and everything was in mint condition. I revved the engine and liked how it sounded. "Ten-two is still high for the year, man. I mean, fourteen years old." I rubbed my chin and then squinted down the road, almost as if I would move on. "What are you suggesting?" He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Eight-two, cash. Straight up." He nodded. "Deal." He held his hand out and we shook. I knew it would take a few weeks before the information on my purchase reached all the proper channels and my hope was to be back in Alaska, dealing with the traitors. I followed Max back inside of the office and we settled up on the truck, temporary tags, and all the paperwork. He even submitted information to get the insurance added. Three hours later, I was driving my truck up into the parking lot of Ama Mae's Bed and Breakfast. Bo had said Ama Mae owned some cabins and sometimes rented them out. That's what I wanted: a secluded cabin. No chance of running into Caiden's crazy ass cousin.The house was huge and had been converted and added onto throughout the years. I walked down the hall, the floors shining as if they had just been polished. "Hello, can I help you?" A native woman stepped out of an office. "Hey, I'm Quinn Cooper and I'm friends with Gabriel Jericho and his mate - they said I could see you about renting a cabin?" She held her hand out. "I'm Ama Mae. Follow me." She led me into a tastefully decorated office. "I only have one rental cabin available, and it needs work. Could probably use a good scrubbing and some other repairs." She opened a ledger that seemed full of rental agreements. "What is the monthly rent?" She flipped to the page. "Three-thirty. Utilities are not included." I nodded. "What kind of work does it need?" She sat down and opened her computer, her fingers flying over the keys. She had a pretty good business going for a woman without a mate backing her. "Looks like the porch needs reinforcing. Could stand a new roof. Some fresh paint. You could do a walk through and let me know what you think it needs." I nodded. "What if I did the repair work?" She leaned back in her chair. "You do the work?" I nodded again. "You do the work, and I'll buy the needed supplies and I'll cover utilities while you do the work. You into construction?" I shrugged. "Used to be. Where do I sign?" She turned back to her computer. "Let's get the agreement in black and white." I sat back. I had a truck. I'd have a roof over my head. At some point, I'd go get some clothes. It looked like I would have some time to do what was needed before I went back to Alaska to deal with that shit. For now though, Bellingham would be home. *
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