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“This is Reggie. Reggie, this is Ringer.”
“Who’s Reggie, Princess?”
“Reggie is a nice man who saw a damsel in distress on the side of the road and was nice enough to stop and offer assistance,” I say sweetly. Ringer obviously doesn’t sense my playful tone as he turns a hard glare on Reggie.
“Woah, woah. Calm down, crazy-eyes. I already told him I’m strapped and am a good shot. He truly just stopped to offer some help.” I lift one shoulder in a half shrug.
Ringer’s eyes soften just slightly as he steps around me to assess the damage of my flat tire.
“Jesus Christ. What the fuck did you hit, Lilah?” Ringer growls, squatting down to examine the mangled rubber.
“One minute I was driving, the next I’m riding on the rim. Your guess is as good as mine.”
Turning his eyes on the road in the direction I came from, he squints as if trying to look miles down the road.
“I came from that direction. There was nothing laying in the road,” Reggie offers.
“This isn’t just a random flat tire, Lile. Youhadto have hit something.”
“I’m telling you, Ringer, I don’t remember hitting or hearing anything. I was listening to my music pretty loudly, but I feel like I would’ve heard something or at least felt it.”
“We’re gonna have to call the wrecker for this one, Princess. It needs to be towed to Dad’s shop. You may have bent the rim,” Ringer says, pushing off the ground and coming to stand in front of me again.
“That’s where I was headed anyways.”
“What for?”
“If you guys are good here, I’m going to get going,” Reggie says, lifting his hand in a small wave.
I smile. “Thanks for stopping and offering to help!”
“No worries! Hang onto my card, you know, in case you’re ever in any type of trouble I can help with,” he says as he takes off in the direction of his truck.
At Ringer’s growl, I turn back to him. I slide Reggie’s card out of my back pocket and hand it to him. “He’s a lawyer.”
“I don’t care what the fuck he is. He’s flirting with you.”
“Aww, is someone jealous?” I tease. The thought of Ringer being jealous where I’m concerned has butterflies fluttering low in my belly.
Ringer turns his scowl on me and scoffs. “Jealousy would mean that it’s even a competition.”
His comment shocks me speechless, which isn’t common. It’s my turn to glare at him while his face morphs into a smile and he winks. “Let’s go, Princess.”
I grab my bag from the front seat of my car and lock it while Ringer goes over to his bike to call his dad’s shop.
I make it to him just as he hangs up the phone. “Ready?” he asks.
“As I’ll ever be.”
I take the helmet from his outstretched hand and watch as he turns his hat backwards on his head before throwing his leg over the seat.
Jesus, I’m in trouble.
“What was that?” Ringer asks with a chuckle.
Fuck.I must have said that out loud.
“Nothing,” I mumble.
