really appreciate this,” Kieran said. “We sort of got off the train, not knowing what was—”
“Stop!” Maddie cried.
Jake slammed on the brakes and the pickup skidded to a stop. “What?” he shouted.
“We’ll get out here,” Maddie said. She grabbed her bag from beside her and pushed on the back of Kieran’s seat. “Here. Right here.”
Kieran looked around. “There’s nothing here but a couple of used car—”
“I’ve decided against renting a car,” Maddie said. “I want to buy one.”
“Well, if you’re lookin’ to buy a car, then I got to take you to see my buddy. He’ll give you a real good deal. His place is just a mile down the road.”
“All right,” Maddie said. “Let’s go.”
A few minutes later, they both hopped out of the truck. “You just tell Ernie that Jake sent you. He’ll give you a good deal.” The bartender waved as he drove off, leaving them both standing on the sidewalk.
“What the hell are we doing?” Kieran asked.
“I don’t have a car. I want to learn how to drive. So I think it’s about time I buy one.” She smiled at him. “Good plan, right?”
“A used car?”
“Hey, you’re starting to rub off on me. A new car would cost too much. A used car costs less.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him along across the street.
“Maddie, you don’t just buy a car on a whim. You have to shop around, especially with used cars. A new car would be more dependable, it would have a warranty and be more fuel efficient and—”
“Stop,” Maddie said. “Look at all these cars. I’m sure I can find something I like here.”
A crazy mixture of cars littered the lot. Kieran didn’t know where to start. “Are you sure you have enough money—”
“Stop worrying about money!” Maddie cried. “I have enough to buy a used car.”
“Do you have any idea how much one of these costs?”
“Less than a new car. And I suppose it would depend upon how used the car was. I’ll know what I want when I see it.”
Kieran pulled her to a stop and took her guitar from her hand, setting it at her feet. “Here’s the deal. Buying a used car is a risky proposition at best. You don’t know anything about cars. So, this time around, rather than buying whatever strikes your fancy, I want you to take some advice. Do you think you can do that?”
“Yes,” Maddie said, nodding in agreement. “I’ll let you do all the talking.”
The salesman introduced himself and Kieran mentioned they were looking for a good deal on a car and that Jake had directed them here. Maddie had already wandered off to look on her own. “We’re looking for something that gets good mileage, easy to drive. It has to have air and a decent sound system. Maybe an SUV. Or a sporty sedan. I’m not—”
“I want this one!” Maddie shouted. “Right over here.”
He and Ernie both turned to find her pointing to an old Cadillac convertible in a startling shade of bubblegum-pink. Kieran walked over to her, Eddie hard on his heels.
“This is the one,” Maddie said. “How much is it?”
“Why, that’s fifteen thousand,” Ernie said. “Now that’s a real nice car. Vintage, low miles. It was owned by a nice young lady from over in Crown Point. Her boyfriend, an older gentleman, bought it for her and had it all tuned up and painted. They broke up and he sold it to me. It’s a classic Caddy. Convertible, tail fins, smooth ride.”
“I love it,” Maddie said, her eyes bright, her smile infectious.
Kieran grabbed her arm. “Could you excuse us for a moment? We just need to discuss a few things.”
“Right,” Ernie said. “I’m just going to go get the keys so you can take it for a test drive. You’re gonna love it.”
Kieran watched him leave, then bent close to Maddie. “I thought you were going to let me do the talking.”
“I was. But then I saw this car. It’s a sign. I have to have it. It’s a pink Cadillac.”
“I can see that.”
“You know. The song, ‘Pink Cadillac’? I sang it on my first album. This is the car for me. I want this one.”
“It’s pink, it’s forty years old, it probably gets about five miles to the gallon and it’s got rear wheel drive which will be impossible on ice and snow.”
“Well, I like pink, it’s vintage, I’m not going to drive it cross country so I don’t care how much gas costs, and I just won’t drive when it snows. I want you to buy this one for me.” She reached into her pocket and gave him her debit card. “There’s more than enough in the account to cover it,” she added.
“At least let me check it out?”
Maddie nodded, watching nervously as Kieran slowly circled the car, examining it closely. “It looks clean, no rust.”
“The interior is spotless,” Ernie said, returning with the keys. “And the engine purrs like a kitten. It was overhauled at 30,000 miles.”
“A kitten,” Maddie said. “It’s a beautiful car.”
“It’s a car,” Kieran agreed. “But it’s pink. That’s going to hurt the resale value.”
“It’s cute,” Maddie insisted, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Yeah,” the salesman said. “We get that comment a lot. Not the cute thing, but the re-sale value. So, let me cut off a thousand from the sticker price. I’ll give it to you for fourteen.”
“We’ll take it,” Maddie said.
“No, we won’t,” Kieran countered. “Not until we take it for a spin.”
She gave Kieran a seductive smile as she ran her hand over the white leather seat. “Baby, don’t you wonder what it feels like in the back of my pink Cadillac? See, this car is sexy. This is my car.”
Kieran groaned inwardly as he stepped closer. Was it even worth trying to rein her in? If she wanted to blow her money on a pink car, who was he to complain? “It does have a nice big backseat,” he conceded in a low voice. “But you can’t let him know you love it.”
“Why not?” she whispered.
“Because, it’s all part of the art of negotiation,” he said. “Leave it to me. You never pay full price for a used car.”
“But he just gave us a thousand off. If you negotiate me out of this car, you’re going to have to do some talking to get yourself back into my good graces,” she warned. “And that includes the bedroom. Now, are you willing to take that risk?”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Now wipe that smile off your face and go look at that rusty old pickup. And don’t say anything. Got it?”
“Got it,” Maddie said.
5
“I THOUGHT YOU were going to be quiet,” Kieran shouted over the sound of the wind.
They were driving south on I-65, the top down, the warm breeze blowing around them. In the west, the sky was aflame with pinks and purples as the sun set on a beautiful August day.
“Me? Quiet? You were asking the impossible. Besides, you have to admit, this car is seriously cool. It’s perfect for me. It’s got some attitude. And it’s worth every dollar we paid for it.”
“Now