Simon smiled ruefully. “Yeah, looks like that won’t be happening anymore.”
“Perhaps that’s a good thing. You look like you could use a long soak and an early night.”
“You’re not wrong there.” The thought of a bath for his aching muscles sounded like heaven. Simon unlocked the trunk and the guy deposited the groceries. “I’m sorry, I can’t remember what you said your name was?”
The guy had an easy smile and manner. “Jason. Jason Ford.” He thrust out his hand, and Simon shook it with his thankfully uninjured one.
“Nice to meet you, Jason. And thanks for stopping. I really do appreciate it. Can I give you a ride somewhere?”
“Not necessary, but thanks. I work just across the road.” He pointed to a tattoo parlor, the bright neon sign flashing in the dusk. “My bike’s out the back. But if you’re ever in need of some ink, make sure you stop by.”
“I will. Thanks.”
Jason held Simon’s door open but when Simon moved to get in the car, Jason stopped him from getting in. “Listen, I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you definitely should be careful. I know what you said about it being an accident and all, but that van looked like it was bearing down on you. I think you’re lucky it wasn’t a direct hit.”
A cold shiver coursed through Simon. “Thanks for the warning, but I’m sure it’s nothing. Plus, the police are involved. I’m sure my friend Duncan will get to the bottom of it, especially if it was caught on tape.”
Jason shrugged. “You know best. I’ll take care of the shopping cart, move it out of the way.” He moved to step away, letting go of the car door.
“Jason?”
The guy turned back. Simon thrust the roses into his hands. “Can you toss these into the trash for me?” There was no way he was giving them to Patrick.
Jason looked at the crushed flowers and nodded. “Yeah, no problem. Are you sure you’re okay to drive?”
“I’m fine, and it’s not far. But thanks again.”
Simon grimaced as he slid behind the wheel of the car. As soon as he was safely inside, Jason shut the door. After the man walked away, Simon put both hands on the steering wheel and took a couple of deep breaths. Once his hands had stopped shaking, he started the car. A glance at the dashboard clock showed how late it was, how long he’d been delayed at the store. His evening was definitely ruined, and he’d have a lot of making up to do with Patrick. Simon took another couple of deep breaths and reminded himself he was all right, that things could have been a lot worse.
He decided he’d focus on the good that came out of the whole event—meeting a good Samaritan like Jason to reinforce his faith in the world—and hurry home to Patrick.
