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“Boulder City isn’t too big,” Mark says. “You might have to settle for getting her fixed enough to get us to Vegas and then find someone there.”
I pull up Google and search for towing companies in the area. There are three, but only one that has great reviews. Not wanting to get screwed over, I always check reviews. With my limited income, I need to make sure I’m not getting taken to the cleaners.
I tap the ‘call’ icon for Sinful Wheels and wait for someone to answer.
“Sinful Wheels, how can I help you?”
“Hi, I’m about five miles outside of Boulder City on ninety-three heading towards Vegas, and something is wrong with my VW, and I’m afraid to drive her back to town,” I explain. “I don’t want to damage the engine more if something is seriously wrong.”
“So, you need a tow?” the man asks.
Isn’t that what I just said?
“Yes, please,” I say calmly.
“I can send a tow driver to you in about twenty minutes. What’s your name?” he asks.
“Apple Caldwell.”
“Wait, Apple… the Apple who sang at Purgatory last night?”
Because there are so many Apples in the world.
“Yep, that’s me,” I confirm.
“Holy shit!” The man practically screams in my ear. “It’s Frenzy, Heather’s husband.”
“Oh, hey. I didn’t know you worked at Sinful Wheels.”
“The club owns it.” He whistles so loudly I’m afraid it’s gonna pierce my eardrum. “Hey, Apple is on the phone. Car’s broke down on ninety-three.”
I can’t tell who he’s talking to or what they’re saying, but he returns to the line and tells me someone is on their way and to sit tight. I hang up and relay the information to Mark, and then we climb back into Stella to avoid roasting in the hot sun while we wait.
Fifteen minutes later, a flatbed truck pulls to the side of the road in front of us, and I’m surprised when Malice hops out of the cab.
“What the hell is he doing here?” Mark mumbles as we open the doors, and I shrug.
“What’s going on?” Malice asks when he reaches us. He’s strictly professional, and it’s as if I imagined him kissing the shit out of me last night.
Was that just last night?
I give him a rundown on what happened while trying not to stare at him. It’s damn near impossible with the way his muscles are bulging beneath the form-fitting black Sinful Wheels t-shirt he’s wearing. He can’t see how much his presence is affecting me. Last night was probably a fluke or, like I tried to explain to the girls, a heat of the moment mistake.
Either way, I don’t want him to know he’s under my skin, especially when he doesn’t seem to feel the same way.
Malice jabs his thumb toward the tow truck, which is still running. “You can get in the cab. I’ll load her up, and we’ll head back to the garage to see what’s going on.”
“Thanks,” I reply before heading to the truck.
Mark gives him a sideways glance but doesn’t say anything, and we wait in the cab while Malice loads Stella onto the bed. It doesn’t take long before we’re turned around and heading back to town. An awkward silence fills the truck, but thankfully, we don’t have very far to go before we reach Sinful Wheels.
When the three of us walk into the shop, a blast of cool air hits my face, and I immediately spot Frenzy behind the counter.
“Couldn’t stay away, huh darlin’?”
A growl comes from behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to see Malice scowling at Frenzy. I have no idea why he’d be upset so I chalk it up to him being pissed because he had to come and help me. No doubt he was glad we were leaving and here we are, back on his home turf.
Turning my attention back to Frenzy, who has a shit-eating grin on his face, I smile.
