Chapter 18

When I pulled up the garage door, the little girl zipped in and started running her hands over the bikes. Her parents took one look at me and Rick, shared a surprised glance, and turned to watch their daughter.

“Honey, those aren’t the bikes you won.” I tried to remember her name, but couldn’t.

“They’re not?” She looked about to burst into tears.

“No, those are the used bikes. The bikes I lend out to kids in town. You won a new bike.”

Her father cleared his throat. “Um, what do you mean?”

“Well.” I gestured for the little girl to join us in the office. “I have samples of the new bikes here for you to test out and look at, but you can have any new bike that I can order.”

The guy and his wife looked a little stricken while the kid smiled even brighter.

“So, you can look through these brochures to see what you like or we can go outside and see the samples.”

The parents grabbed the pamphlets. The girl ran to the door.