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“What do you mean sort of?!” I shove my chair back and stand. “Someone hit you?”
“It’s okay-”
“Are you hurt?” I snap, cutting her off.
Her sigh is audible through the phone, “Axel, I’m fine. I wasn’t even in the car when it happened.”
“Where are you?” Her assurances hardly make me feel better.
“Well, um, I was hoping I could bring my car to you?”
“To my shop?” I was picturing a dented bumper but if she wants to drive it straight here… “How bad is the damage?”
“Not bad.” Her voice jumps an octave and I narrow my eyes.
“Maddie.”
“Really. It’s just the door. Nothing with the engine or wheels or anything like that. It’s perfectly drivable.”
“Maddie,” I growl her name.
What I really want to do is yell at her to pull over and let me come get her, but if she’s already driving, I don’t want to distract her by getting into an argument. “You have my address?”
“Yep. GPS says I should be there in ten.”
“Alright.” I drag a hand down my face. “Drive safe and I’ll meet you out front.”
“Thanks, Axel. I’ll see you soon.”
Hanging up, I resist the urge to smash my desk to bits and instead storm out of my office.
“Rodrigo!” I snap, causing him to jerk his head up.
“Yeah?”
“Clear out bay 4. My girl’s bringing her car in.”
“Oh, uh,” he sets down the flashlight he was holding and glances around like he’s trying to remember where bay 4 is. “Um, is she… Do you want me to work on it?”
I shake my head as I start to move again, “I need to see the damage first.”
“Alright,” he hurries to walk with me. “What kind of car is it?”
My steps slow. One booted foot sliding across the floor until it stops all together.
I don’t know.
How in the fuck do I not know what kind of car Maddie drives?
The angel nearly falls off my shoulder from laughter.
I don’t know because I’m a controlling asshole. I go to her every day for lunch and haven’t paid attention to which cars are always there. And I go to her on the weekends when her car’s already locked up in the garage.
I don’t even give her a chance for something else. And I always drive, so we’ve only ever been in my car. I’ve never even looked in her garage before. How is that possible?
Sex.
Sex is how that’s possible.
