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“I had a green arrow,” he counters.
I frown.
He nods toward the intersection. “You also had a ‘no U-turn’ sign.” He says this lightly. He’s not mad in the least, which is reassuring, yet in this moment I’d rather he be anything but nice. I’m in the mood for a fight.
Not only does the sign spell out “NO U TURN” it also has a picture of the black U-turn arrow with a red circle and line through it. Obviously I wasn’t paying attention. Not so obvious (I hope) is that I’ve been crying and I’m not thinking clearly.
“You should still watch where you’re going,” I tell him.
His eyebrows arch. Playfully. Jeez, he’s charming, even under these circumstances. “You do realizeyouhit me, right?”
“I think we hit each other.”
“Through no fault of my own.”
“Should you even be driving with that?” I point to his sling. The question isn’t nice. It’s meant to get a rise out of him because…because he’s the guy standing in front of me right now and my feelings are hurt beyond reason. Plus, it’s the best I can do—I really have no experience fighting. I hate confrontation, and will do most anything to avoid it.
“I’d say it’s safer than you driving.”
Some sort of huffy sound comes from the back of my throat. “I’m a great driver.” Besides my last minor accident and this one.
“I’m not so sure about that. Have you been drinking?”
“What?No.”
“Your eyes are bloodshot.”
I blink like that will clear the redness.
“Allergies?”
“Yes,” I quickly answer. From now on I’m allergic to single men. Unless they’re gay. Or already a friend. “That’s exactly it.” I sniffle for good measure. Iamallergic to shellfish so I’m not totally lying. Although that allergy is life-threatening not heartbreaking.
Finn stares at me. I shiver. Because it’s chilly out, not because his fixed look feels like he can see I’m fibbing. It’s just his magnetic personality doing its thing.
Which also seems to bring out the responsible side of my personality because I next say, “I guess we should exchange information.”
I reach into my car for my purse, pull out my wallet, and slide my insurance card out from behind my driver’s license. Finn has his phone in his hand when I turn around.
“I’ll just take a picture of your card,” he says. My hope that he’ll say,Hey, accidents happen, don’t worry about this, I’ve got it, have a good night, dies a painful death in the middle of my chest.
I hand it to him. He struggles to hold on to it with one hand while taking a picture with the other, the sling making it difficult. He also winces, and that’s all it takes for me to offer my assistance.
“How about I hold it for you? Or take the picture?”
“Thanks.” He gives me back my card, but still battles with the phone.
“It’s not easy with one hand,” I say with authority. I’m constantly on my phone taking pictures. “How about I do that instead?”
He grumbles, a few cuss words slipping out of his nice mouth. Finn is over six feet tall and probably tips the scales at two ten, so watching him fight with a small electronic device is entertaining. I chuckle. I get it. I’m not one to ask for help either.
“Something funny, Blondie?”
That stops me cold. “You did not just call me that.”
“Blondie? I did. I could call you Freckles instead.”
He noticed my freckles? I have exactly five of them across my nose. “Are you being cute with me right now?”
