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“My phone is dead.”
“I can call a tow truck for you.”
“You are a lifesaver. Thank you?—”
“Carter.” The corners of his mouth curved upward. “And you are?”
“The stranded girl on the side of the road.” I smiled. “That’s all you need to know.”
“Okay, stranded girl.” He chuckled as he pulled his phone from his pocket and called a tow truck.
He was sexy—all six foot two, short dark hair, piercing blue eyes, a five o’clock shadow that I loved on men, and a body that screamed muscular, at least from the way his biceps bulged in the light blue dress shirt he wore.
“You’re all set. The tow truck will be here in about an hour. If you don’t mind me asking, do you live out of your car?” he asked as I threw the lug wrench in the back of the jeep.
“No, I don’t live out of my car. Why would you think that?” I turned and stared at him through my sunglasses.
“All the boxes and clothes piled in there.” He pointed.
“Oh. I was on my way to my new apartment when good old Finnick decided to give out again.”
“Finnick?” His brows furrowed.
“My jeep. That’s what I named it.”
“As in The Hunger Games?” His brow arched.
“Yes.” I cocked my head. “I happen to love The Hunger Games. Don’t you?”
“They’re good, but I’m not sure I’d name my car after one of the characters.” A handsome smirk crossed his lips.
“What’s your car’s name?” I gestured with my head.
“Uh, Bentley.”
“Wow. You’re cool.” I smiled. “Anyway, thanks for calling a tow truck.” I took off my sunglasses and wiped the bridge of my nose, for I was sweating.
When our eyes locked, a grin crossed his face.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing. You have beautiful eyes.”
“Thank you.” I bashfully smiled. “It’s hot as Haiti’s out here.”
“Let’s wait in my car with the air conditioning on.”
“That’s okay. I’m fine. You go. You’ve done your good Samaritan deed for the day. The tow truck will be here soon.” I wiped my forehead.
“Let’s go. It’s too hot to stand out here, and I’m not leaving until the tow truck comes.”
It was sweltering, and an air-conditioned car sounded good right now.
“Fine. Hold on a second,” I said as I reached into the back and grabbed the lug wrench.
“What’s that for?” Carter asked.
“Just in case you are a psycho killer in a nice guy disguise. You know, like Ted Bundy?”
