“Sure,” I say. “Except now, I don’t know what to do or where to go.”
“Let me look at your car, and we’ll go from there.”
He tugs me around the car to the hood, which has now stopped smoking, so that’s something.
He bends over the hood, frowning at my engine.
“What’s your name?”
He blinks, turning to look at me. “Knox.”
“I’m Daisy.”
He smiles. “Daisy.”
I shiver at the sound of my name on his lips.
“What do you think?” I ask. “About the car?”
“Let’s see.” He returns his attention to the engine.
As I watch him, I can’t help but wonder what his motive is for helping me. And why did he say mine when he first saw me?
Maybe he’s just a friendly guy.
I bite my lip, hating that everything with Joe has made me so distrustful of people. I used to trust my gut, but now I don’t know who or what to believe.
Yet something tells me I can trust Knox.
I only hope I’m not wrong.
THREE
Knox
I can feel Daisy’s eyes on me as I look over her car. I’m barely concentrating with my bear going crazy inside me and my heart racing out of control. I feel like I’m about to get the one thing I want most in this world.
I hated hearing about what that asshole did to her. I know I need to fix this for her. She can’t be a fugitive forever, and I can’t allow anyone to take her away from me. If she got locked up, I’d lose my mind.
“Looks like it’s out of coolant. I’m not sure about the engine. Can’t see much out here in the dark and without tools.”
Daisy nods, biting her full bottom lip as she glances down the road like she expects someone to come chasing after her at any minute. Is that a real possibility, or is she just nervous? Still, better to be safe than sorry.
“I’m going to push the car off the road. We can hide it in the bushes for today, and I’ll call a tow truck in the morning to get it and check it out.”
“Will they report it?” Daisy asks nervously.
I shake my head. “No, the mechanic is a friend. He’ll be discreet.”
She relaxes, and her golden eyes brighten.
Fuck, I’m addicted to her already. She’s in my blood, my bones, my fucking soul.
I get to work on the car, making sure it’s covered by the trees and bushes, so it’s not visible before I return to where Daisy is nervously waiting. I take her hand, smiling down at her as I lead her to the trail toward town.
I’ll take her home and get her settled, then I can make some calls.
My bear is content now we’ve found our mate, but he’s also anxious about someone trying to take her from us.