“You got gas?”
This look held a little more heat. “Of course.”
He moved closer and looked under the hood. Poking around, he couldn’t see anything obvious.
“Could be a few things, all of which suggest you can’t drive it.”
“Really?” She looked pissed. “I need to be somewhere.”
“You won’t be going anywhere in this. Need to give Bas a call and get him to tow it back to the garage.”
She pulled out her cell phone, then jammed it back in her pocket. “No coverage here.”
“Hop on. I’ll take you back to Ryker.”
“On that?” She looked doubtful.
“Well I’m not piggybacking you all the way.”
“Ha ha. But I need to go home, Fin. I’ve been summoned for lunch.”
“Okay, I’ll take you.”
She looked like she was in pain while she thought about how to answer that.
“I’m not leaving you here, Maggs. So I take you either where you want to go or back to Ryker. Make a decision.”
“Don’t use that tone on me.”
“No tone; just stating facts.”
“I don’t want to go on your motorbike.”
“I don’t remember you being such a baby before. And I have a spare helmet.”
“I’m not a baby!” The words had heat in them, he was pleased to hear. She walked away from him and pulled out her cell phone again. She lifted it above her head, moved left and right, and he waited and watched.
“Entertaining as this is, I have shit to do, and it’s getting cold out here.”
“It’ll be colder on that bike!”
He just looked at her, arms folded.
“All right!” She stomped back, and he was pleased to see anger flushing her cheeks.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t I doing you a favor?” Fin made a show of looking around him. “Not many other options that I can see.”
She exhaled slowly. He then watched her inhale and exhale twice more.
Interesting.
He’d never seen her do that before, and if he was a betting man, he’d say she was doing it to calm herself. Usually Maggs just let fly with whatever was in her head, no filter.
“You doing okay there, sweet cheeks?”
“Peachy.”
“Morning! Need any help?”
