Steve Garrett pulled his new Cadillac into the gravel parking lot of a lonely Montana all night diner. It was almost 10:30pm. He couldn't imagine this place being open, he needed to take a break so he was glad it was. Get some coffee, get out of the car long enough to wake up, he would be back on the road in thirty minutes. He walked in but didn't see anybody. No waitress no cook, no body. The sound of a pan crashing to the floor broke the silence. Then the sound of voices arguing. A man and a woman. Then the most gorgeous redhead Steve had ever seen exited the kitchen and looked at him startled.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come in. Could I help you?" She asked, obviously upset.
"Just coffee, thanks. Do you have any cherry pie?" Steve answered yawning.
"Sorry, honey, just apple and one piece of peach, no cherry left tonight." She replied.
"Humm, peach would be good." Steve said, settling into a booth in the corner.
Steve sipped his coffee and played with his pie. The man in the kitchen had returned to raking this poor girl over the coals. She came back, tears in her eyes now and asked Steve if everything was alright and filled his coffee cup. Steve looked at her and wondered why this awesome vision of a young lady would put up with this kind of treatment.
"Are you ok dear?" He asked her.
She just shook her head no and looked toward the ceiling. The man in the kitchen yelled at her and she turned with in a huff to respond to him. Steve watched her walk away and couldn't imagine a pair of faded jeans looking any better. There was some more yelling in the back and she once more retreated to the dining room to escape this guys wrath. She messed with stuff behind the counter acting like she was busy.
The man poked his head out the kitchen door, saw Steve and returned back inside. Steve caught the girls eye and motioned her to his table. She came over, her blouse had come unbuttoned down to her breasts, she was braless. Obviously there was more going on in the kitchen than talk.
"Honey, what's wrong? Do you need some help? I mean, is there anything I can do." Steve asked, motioning that she needed to button up.
She looked down at her blouse, buttoned it up and her face turned as red as her hair.
"I just need to…I don't have anywhere to go and I owe this asshole…no there's nothing you can do. But listen mister thanks for offering." She was embarrassed to admit her situation.
"Well I can damn sure get you the hell out of here. You get in that car in the parking lot and you're out." Steve looked toward the kitchen door in disgust.
"Thanks but, I owe this guy some money and I have to pay him back. I'll be out of here before too long." She replied, looking down at the floor.
"Would you have to pack a lot of stuff to hit the road?" Steve watched for the cook to come out.
"No, I am almost down to the clothes on my back, a few things in my room in the back of this place." She said without hope in her voice.
"Go get packed, when I see you get to the car I will pop the trunk you load your stuff and get into the backseat. You will be out of this place in less than no time." Steve said looking up at her now.
"Honey, thanks but I can't do that. I owe this guy and I can't walk out on a debt, he paid my way out of a bad situation and I owe him." She responded.
Steve thought what an upstanding person this girl must be. She was living in hell but wouldn't leave due to her debt. The cook screamed and she left. Steve heard the sounds of violence that almost took him out of his seat and dragged him to the kitchen to protect this gorgeous defenseless little girl. She came flying out of the kitchen to Steve's table, there was a hand print on her cheek and the shoulder of her blouse was ripped slightly.
"Give me ten or fifteen minutes, ok?" She said through her tears.
The cook came into the dining room. He stared Steve down, Steve's eyes were locked on the big man's face. This guy was 6'4" if he was an inch. He must weigh 300 lb. The girl disappeared into the back.
"You about through there mister, we're closing." He said turning his head to watch her leave.
"Oh, not quite. I'll be through when I get through." Steve put as much sarcasm in his voice as he could. "Could have sworn that sign says open 24 hours."
Steve thought he needed to keep this guy busy for a few minutes and give her time to clear out. He wasn't worried about this fat slob. Steve had black belts in several disciplines of martial arts. And after the past nine months of his life he wasn't afraid of anything, not this guy, not any guy…not even dying.
"I don't give a damn what the sign says, get the hell out of here." He yelled at Steve.
"Oh, I see, those 24 hours aren't all I a row or what?"
The cook glared at Steve, returned to the kitchen and yelled out for her to get in there. Steve looked up to see her at the window knocking softly on it, trying to get his attention. He had bought her enough time. He hit the button to the trunk, it flew up and she tossed in two suitcases and a hanging bag. She closed the trunk and climbed into the backseat with an overnight case. Steve dropped a ten dollar bill on the counter and left. He got in the car and backed out shining the lights in the café windows just in case the cook was watching. He wasn't afraid of this guy but there was no need to give him any idea where this girl had gotten off to. He was back on the road and roaring away in a heartbeat.
She climbed over the seat when they had gone far enough to make her feel safe. She laughed and slapped Steve on the shoulder playfully. "I can't believe I'm out of there. I'm free. Whoopee!" She hollered still laughing, Steve joined in on the laughter.
"Hi, I'm Steve Garrett." He said offering her his hand.
"Amber, Amber Scott. Glad to meet you Steve Garrett." She replied shaking hands.
"What in the world were you doing in that place Amber?" Steve asked.
"Oh, it's a long story." She answered.
"I'm not going anywhere, are you?" Steve told her.
Amber told her story. Her parents had sold their small ranch and moved to Cleveland about eight months ago. Her dad's brother owned a small business there and her dad was going to work for him. The ranch had been going downhill for several years. Amber had wanted to stay in Montana, or at least she didn't want to move to Cleveland. She stayed with a girlfriend for a couple of months. One night Amber and a bunch of friends had gone to the bar and Amber talked one of the guys into letting her drive his truck. She wrecked the guys truck and couldn't pay to have it fixed. Well, Eddie, the owner of the diner had been trying to get Amber to come to work for him for some time. Amber didn't like Eddie and didn't want to work for him. Eddie heard about Amber's wreck and offered to pay the damages and she could work it off at the diner. She didn't want to do it but couldn't see any other way to fix the truck.
"How much do you owe the guy?" Steve broke in.
"Two thousand dollars, well seventeen hundred now, I've paid three hundred." She answered.
"How long have you worked for him?" Steve went on.
"Six months next week." Amber replied.
"Six months and all you've gotten paid back is three hundred?" Steve asked.
"He keeps my pay and deducts so much per week. I know he's been ripping me off, I just didn't see anyway out." She answered.
"Man, ripping you off, I would say he had been doing worse than that." Steve said.
"Well, I will try to get the money and pay him back someday, but I am just glad to be out of there tonight. He is always trying to get into my pants." Amber leaned against the door and shut her eyes, she was asleep in no time.
Amber woke as the car pulled to a stop. She looked through sleepy eyes at the motel sign. Steve got out and went in. He returned several minutes later and drove to the back of the motel. Amber looked at him with a worried frown. Steve pulled into the parking place in front of a room, and popped the trunk. Amber got her bags, but instead of going to the door of the room she walked down the breezeway heading back to the lobby.
"Where you going Amber?" Steve asked sounding confused.
"Listen, Steve, I didn't leave that hell hole to shack up in a motel with you. No offense you seem like a nice guy but I better just go to the lobby and sleep there and catch a ride tomorrow." She sounded disappointed.
"Amber." Steve said.
"What?" She stopped and looked back at him.
"Which room do you want, 45 or 46?" Steve asked holding up two room keys, one in each hand.
"You got two rooms?" She asked walking back toward him.
"Two rooms." He smiled and opened both doors.