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“It’s just a Mustang thing,” I say.
The corners of her lips quirk up in a smile as she starts toward the front of my car. “You want to pop the hood for me?”
“Um...no, you don’t need to do that. I’ll call for a tow.”
I can practically feel my dick shriveling up inside me. I’m a man. I’m supposed to know shit about cars. She nods at the kid and he opens my driver’s side door and pushes the handle that opens the hood. What’s happening here?
Tess props the hood open with the rod and the kid joins her at the front of the car. I walk up behind them, still hoping to salvage a shred of my manhood.
“It’s really not a big deal. I mostly just stopped to get some fresh air.”
“Is it driving weird?” she asks, ignoring me. “Does it feel like the engine is working harder than the car is driving?”
I furrow my brow, wondering how she can possibly know that.
“Yeah, it’s doing that,” I admit.
She nods and looks at the kid. “I’m ninety-five percent sure this is a transmission fluid leak. How would you check that?”
The boy looks around and shakes his head. “No idea.”
“Because this car doesn’t have a dipstick,” she supplies. “You have to be underneath it to check the fluid.”
It’s me. I’m the dipstick. It’s not as much fun wisecracking when the joke’s on me, though.
“So what do we do?” the kid asks.
“There’s nothing we can do at the moment.” Tess stands up straight and looks at me. “Sorry I couldn’t do more to get you going.”
“Thanks for trying,” I mutter, shifting from foot to foot in my impatience to get back on the road.
She seems to read my mind, a little wrinkle forming between her brows. “Hey, I wouldn’t drive it any farther. You could do some serious damage to your transmission.”
Shit. I’m already late and this is going to set me back even more. I can’t miss the morning skate.
“You said fluid, though. Can’t I just add some fluid and get it looked at later?”
“Do you have a bottle of transmission fluid in your car right now?” Her amused voice sets my teeth on edge.
“No,” I snap. “But I’ve only got a few more miles to go. I’m willing to risk it.”
“Guess that’s up to you, but I wouldn’t.” She unlatches the rod holding up the hood, returns it to its place and closes the hood.
Fuck this day. First Lauren and now this.
“Okay. I’ll call for a tow truck.”
I’m typing into my phone to locate one when the kid trips over nothing and falls on top of me. There’s no one more awkward than a teenage boy.
“Oh, shit. Sorry,” he mutters.
He doesn’t weigh enough to knock me over. I return him to a standing position. “You good?”
“Yeah, I just lost my footing.”
“Let’s go, Zee,” Tess says. “I can’t be late.”
I can’t let this emerald-eyed beauty slip through my fingers, so I call after her. “Hey, let me do something to thank you for stopping.”
