Who do you even call in a situation like this? The police?
She looked around again, and then a calm voice spoke behind her:
“It was towed.”
She flinched and spun around.
Jasper stood a few steps away, hands in his pockets, watching her with unmistakable amusement.
“What?” She blinked,sure she must have misheard.
“You parked next to a crosswalk,” he said mildly, tilting his head.“So yeah, towing makes sense.”
She stared at him, stunned.
“That can’t be right.”
She glanced back at the restaurant parking area. Not a single free space. Downtown parking was a nightmare, and she’d done exactly what everyone else did—left her car along the curb.
Why was my car the only one they took?
Anger flared. She snapped her gaze back to him.
“How the hell do you know it was towed?”
“I saw it,” he replied calmly.
“And you just stood there and watched them take my car?” Her voice rose despite herself.
He shrugged, a faint smirk.
“It’s your car. What was I supposed to do?”
“You could’ve called me!” she shot back, heat rushing to her face.
Jasper tilted his head as if considering that.
“Didn’t you ask me to leave and not interfere while you and Nolan discussed very important matters?”
Her hands curled into fists. He was enjoying this.
“You—”
“What was that?” He lifted a brow.
She rolled her eyes, exhaled sharply, forcing herself to calm down.
“Fine,” she said through clenched teeth.“Where’s the damn impound lot?”
“There’s an app for that. Give me your phone—I’ll download it.”
She handed it over, irritated, crossed her arms, and waited. Jasper took his time, scrolling, tapping, clearly in no hurry.
“I’ll drive you home,” he said casually.
She blinked.
“No, thanks,” she replied instantly.
