I hit the button to lower the window beside her so she could hear me better.
"Driving," I said simply.
"Why are you doing it like that?" she asked. "Don't you have anywhere to be?"
"Nope. I figured if you're going to be stubborn and walk, then I'll keep you company for a while." If she thought I was the kind of man who'd drive off and leave a woman alone, she was mistaken. "I meant what I said about the bears."
She huffed out a laugh and stopped.
I did the same. Stopped the truck, at least.
"You're not going to leave me alone, are you?" She leaned in through the window, giving me an eyeful of cleavage.
"Nope," I agreed. "You can make this a lot easier on both of us if you hop in. I promise to keep my hands to myself. Unless you ask otherwise." She was pretty, and unless I missed my guess, very much single. Probably not inclined to rush into anything, but the offer was there. Didn't hurt to make it.
She let out a long, defeated sigh before pulling the door open and climbing inside.
"Of all the people I get rescued by, it has to be Morgan Hardwick." She pulled the seatbelt over herself and clicked it into place.
"We haven't met, have we?" She seemed to have some frustration against me and I was starting to wonder what the cause was. I wasn't supposed to get married today, was I? No, I wouldn't have forgotten a woman this gorgeous. And I'd like to think if I was getting married, my bride wouldn't run.
"No." She leaned back against the seat. "I'm Paisley."
"Nice to meet you, Paisley. I'm Morgan." I put my foot down gently and started driving at a more normal speed.
"I know. Thanks for stopping to help," she said. "I'm not usually like this. Today has been… A lot."
"Wanna talk about it?" I asked. "How you ended up on the side of a mountain in a wedding dress?"
"Not really," she said. "I should have taken the time to change before I… You know."
"Ran away from your wedding?" I guessed.
"You must think I'm ridiculous." She covered her face with her hands and shook her head.
"Marrying the wrong person, that would be ridiculous," I said. "Sometimes walking away is harder than staying."
"Are you speaking from experience?" She lowered her hands and looked over at me. "Or are you quoting one of your songs?"
"Both," I admitted. "But in the end, it was for the best. She and I… We would have made each other miserable. It doesn't seem like it at the time, but when the hurt fades, it's easier to see."
"Yeah, I guess so," she said softly. "He was cheating. With my best friend. Someone sent me footage of them. At your concert."
"Well, shit." That explained why she was so touchy. "If I knew, I would have thrown them out on their asses."
"Really?" She seemed eager for an honest answer. That was understandable, given what she'd just told me.
"Really," I said with a firm nod. "They would have got what they deserved. Seems like someone is in your corner. Whoever sent the video."
"If I knew who it was, I'd thank them," she said. "If they hadn't, I would have married him. I'd be married to him right now."
I wanted to punch the asshole in the face. Did he have any idea the pain he caused her? If he didn't want to be with her, he should have been honest and ended it. Not screw around behind her back.
"If you don't mind me saying, I'm glad you're not," I said. "I hardly know you, but I know you deserve better." I should get his name and give it to my cousin. Although, cheating wasn't something he'd kill over. Usually.
"I do deserve better," she said. "From now on, I'm not going to compromise anymore. I'm going to take life by the balls and live it."
The mention of balls made mine take notice, but I just said, "Good for you," and went on driving until we reached town.
