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Outside, light rain is falling.
From the corner of my eye, I see Rory crouched by her car, attempting to change her tire. She’s trying to get the nut off, but her hand keeps slipping off because of the rain.
Keep walking, my instincts say.
Just. Keep. Walking
But that’s not who I am.
Despite being someone who puts bullets into men’s skulls, I also happen to be a gentleman, and it just happens that helping a woman in distress is hardwired into my DNA.
I walk over to her. “Need help?”
She doesn’t bother to look up, and it’s obvious she’s pissed at me. “Nope.”
Again, her hand slips when the stubborn tire nut refuses to budge.
“That’s one way to break a wrist,” I say.
Which she ignores.
Yep, she’s pissed at me.
It starts to rain harder, and within seconds, she looks like a drowned rat, but she keeps battling with the nut.
“Look, let me help you.”
“Oh, so now you want to help me?”
“If you’d stop being a stubborn ass and let me, yes.”
She straightens and glares at me. She really is cute. “Oh, that’s rich, now I’m the stubborn ass.” She goes back to battling with the tire nut, and again, it slips. Any second and she’s going to bruise or break something.
With a growl, I hoist her up into my arms, and before she can start kicking and screaming, I plonk her onto the hood of her car.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she yells.
“Saving you from your own stubborn ass.”
“My stubborn…” She slides off the hood and thrusts her hands to her hips. “For your information, Thor, I don’t need saving.”
“Kind of looked like you did. And the name is Ares.” I flick the nut off and rise to my feet. “But both were Gods, so I can see where you’d make the mistake.”
Her eyebrow lifts, and she folds her arms. “Arrogant and stubborn, how lucky can a girl get?”
“Listen, sweetheart—”
“Rory, my name is Rory.”
“Listen, Rory, this can go one of two ways. We can stand here arguing in the rain all night, or you can say thank you kind stranger for helping me out and let me get the fuck on with it. Either way, I’m changing this goddamn tire.”
She finally sees reason and backs down. “By all means, knock yourself out.” She folds her arms. “And by that, I mean literally.”
Her glare is adorable.
“Stubborn and hilarious,” I mutter as I crouch beside the car.
In minutes, I have the tire replaced and the flat stored in the trunk.
