Chapter 4
Iturned the key in my jalopy of a Camaro and…nothing.
Clunk.
Click.
Clunk.
Click.
Damn it all to fuckinghell.
I popped the hood and leaned into the engine, praying that I would see a loose valve or a miracle would happen. I knew deep down that there wasn’t jack shit I could do to fix it. I was probably looking at a shot starter or something frustratingly expensive tofix.
“Hey do you need some help?” Looking over my shoulder, I saw Abel’s tall frame ambling over to me from hismotorcycle.
I rolled my eyes and leaned back over my engine. “What’s it toyou?”
“Hey, what’s with theattitude?”
Abel’s boots crunched on the gravel as he got closer and closer; my stomach knotted andchurned.
What the hell is happening tome?
I spun on my heels and glared at him with a furrowed brow. “Your awesome douchebag stunt last night, ring abell?”
He let out a deep throaty chuckle. “I was drunk and I saw a pretty girl getting hit on by a hipster. Can you blame me for being a littlejealous?”
“You were totally out ofline.”
“So do you want help with this ornot?”
I sighed. I was at a loss. “Yeah. I think so.” I groaned, leaning on my frontbumper.
“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry for last night.” His hand landed on my shoulder for a fleeting moment and my heartfluttered.
Deepbreaths.
Deep.
Slow.
How does he continue to do this tome?
“Thankyou.”
“So what’s going onhere?”
I nodded at my busted, annoying-as-shit, piece-of-dog-crap engine. “She’s ready to kick thebucket.”
He rubbed the back of his neck as he leaned over the engine. “Mind if I take alook?”
Before I could even respond, he was under my hood, poking and lookingaround.
“It’s been giving me some problems starting and this morning it’s onlyclicking.”
“Hmmm.” He wiped his face with his flannel sleeve as he stood up straight. “Try to start herup?”
