Page 85 of Finding You

“Oh, my God! Stop concocting these scenarios! You already messed with the car once. It’s too old to keep screwing around with it. And bodywork would be even more expensive to repair, so…stop crying and just drive!”

Deciding that maybe a little music would help, she was just about to turn on the radio when something up ahead caught her eye.

A truck.

Not that it was so unusual, except it was stopped in the middle of the road with its hood up. Was this possibly the tow call Devin was on? Could her luck be that good that she was going to get to see him after all?

As she pulled closer, her smile grew. This wasn’t just any truck stuck in the road.

It was Devin’s truck stuck in the road.

Slowly, she pulled over and walked around to the front of the truck and almost let out a laugh. Devin was bent over the hood and he had the finest ass she had ever seen in a pair of faded blue jeans.

She loved him in blue jeans.

“Um…excuse me?” she called out.

He didn’t move.

“Sir? Are you all right?” she asked. “Sir?”

“Could you quit calling me that?” he said as he turned around and straightened.

She fought the urge to throw herself into his arms. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Can you quit calling me sir? I’m not that old, for crying out loud.”

A bark of laughter came out before she could stop it. The look of indignation on his face kept her laughing a bit longer before she forced herself to stop.

“Are you done?” he asked.

MacKenzie did her best to stifle the giggle that was itching to come out. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed like that, but you kind of caught me off guard.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he simply stared at her, and MacKenzie knew he was struggling to keep a straight face. “So…um…what’s the problem with the truck?”

Shrugging, he looked over his shoulder at it. “No idea. It sort of sputtered a bit and made some clanking sound, so I pulled over.”

“Hmm…that doesn’t sound good. Listen, why don’t you go and wait in my car and I’ll take a quick look under the hood?”

Now he was definitely smirking. “Thanks but…I’ll stay out here.”

“Why?” she asked, feigning confusion.

“Do you know anything about cars?”

“As a matter of fact, I do,” she said proudly. “I work for one of the best mechanics in Sweetbriar Ridge.”

“Oneof the best?” he asked incredulously before he started to laugh.

“Okay…he’s theonlymechanic in Sweetbriar Ridge, but trust me, he is the best.”

“Oh, yeah? And why should I take your word for it?”

She shrugged and took a step closer to him. “Well…let’s see. Why is he the best mechanic or why is he simply the best?”

Now he took a step closer. “Let’s go with option number two.”

“Good choice,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. “For starters, he’s extremely trustworthy.”

“Oh, yeah?”

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