Page 111 of Feel My Love


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Lily tipped her head to the side, her voice calm and steady. “That’s right.”

Anyone else in this situation would be irritated with their van breaking down on the side of the road, especially when she had a delivery to make. But Lily tended to take things in stride.

The man lowered his voice slightly as he stood, legs braced wide. “You shouldn’t be standing out here. It’s not safe.”

I glanced from the man to Lily, who seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

I decided to interject, “If you could tow her van to your shop, I can take Lily to the wedding.”

“You’re on your way to a wedding?” The man’s gaze slowly perused Lily from her blue eyes to her pink toenails, seemingly taking in every detail.

Lily’s pale skin flushed. “We were until Berta broke down.”

The man startled at the name.

But Lily continued as if she hadn’t noticed. “We need to unload the flowers.”

“Who’s Berta?”

Lily blinked. “My van.”

“You named your van?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “She deserves a name like anyone else.”

“It’s a van. Not to mention, it’s broken down on the side of the road.”

“I love that van. So if you could just hook it up to your truck and take it with you, I’d appreciate it.” Lily’s voice shook slightly.

The man was getting to her.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the man mumbled as he stalked toward the rear doors of the van.

He paused and looked over at us. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Lily snapped to attention. She opened the doors and grabbed a box out of the back. The man grabbed two. I rushed to open the trunk of my car.

We worked quickly and efficiently. No one speaking. When the van was empty, Lily closed the doors. “Can you let me know what the cost of repairs will be before you do them?”

The man raised a brow, his tone incredulous. “You want me to fix it?”

Lily blinked up at him, confusion evident in her voice. “Well, yeah. I called you, didn’t I?”

“Honestly? I thought you wanted me to dispose of it.”

Lily’s hand flew to her chest. “It’s an antique.”

“It’s something all right.” He grabbed a card from his wallet and held it out to Lily. The embossed lettering declared him Jake. “And you’re using it to deliver flowers?”

“It’s usually reliable,” she said defensively as she took his card.

I barely contained my snort. It broke down more often than it ran.

“Your friend doesn’t seem to think so,” he said.

And I immediately regretted my outburst. Lily was my friend. I needed to support her.

“Listen.” Lily glanced at the card. “Jake. I need this van. It means something to me. Just because it’s old doesn’t mean we just throw it out.”

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