“Come on,” I grumbled as I got out.
I noticed the hood slightly ajar and walked to it woodenly, hoping that it would be an obvious fix—like a battery cable disconnected.
But no such luck.
And no such battery.
There wasn’t one, actually.
The space where the battery used to be was empty.
Fucking great.
The last thing I wanted to do was call anyone for help, because I just knew that motherfucker was going to tell me “I told you so,” but I did it anyway. Because Anders didn’t call me crying for no reason.
And seeing as Searcy was busy today with the kids at some Santa function at the local smokehouse, I wasn’t going to call her.
I had no other choice but to call Doc.
“Calliope,” he greeted me in two rings.
I gritted my teeth. “My stupid truck won’t start, and there’s something wrong with Anders and I have to go pick her up from school.”
I wouldn’t admit that the truck wouldn’t start because there was no battery in it.
If I was a guessing girl, that wouldn’t be the only thing wrong with it, either.
He paused. “I thought Hush fixed it for you.”
I ground my teeth together for a few seconds before I said, “He did. But it seems to be broken again.”
He sighed. “Where are you? I can’t come. We’re at a retreat outside of town working on some training.”
I didn’t point out that I hadn’t asked him to come.
“Do you mind asking one of your friends to give me a ride?” I begged. “I just need a ride to the school, then back to my place. I’ll deal with a tow truck and my truck once I get home.”
“I’ll send someone now.” He hung up before I could reply.
I just prayed that it wasn’t “Hush.”
Jasper really fuckin’ liked to get on my nerves, and he wouldn’t miss a single opportunity to really rub this in.
I paced in front of my truck, hoping beyond hope that the man coming wouldn’t be the one I had a feeling was about to show.
My luck didn’t hold out.
Jasper was, of course, who I got.
Hush rode up in his sparkly red pickup and pulled right to a stop directly next to me.
I didn’t waste any time getting into the back seat, since I noticed his ‘friend’ was in the front seat. Not to mention there were so many fuckin’ bags in the back that Anders wouldn’t fit with me.
The woman was gorgeous, and I fucking hated her.
“What’s wrong with your truck?” he asked, sounding amused.
I didn’t reply. “Need to get to Anders’s school, please.”
