Page 4 of Wrecked
A soft chuckle drew my attention back to the giant whose ink-covered hand was stretched out, "Afternoon, ma'am. This here is Flynn, I'm Logan. What seems to be the problem?"
After shaking Logan's hand, I bent down and shook Flynn's too. The way his cheeks turned rosy was the most adorable thing I'd seen in a long time.
"It just died on me," I explained when I straightened.
"May I?" Logan nudged his head in the direction of my car.
"Please."
I stood next to Flynn, and we watched Logan reach into the car and pop my Mazda's hood. He checked a few things in the engine before the cracking sound of the hood being closed filled the air.
"I think it might be your starter, or by the looks of this water puddle—" he pointed to the road, "—your radiator. I'll know more once I've thoroughly checked it over at the shop."
My heart rate kicked up as panic rushed through my veins. I flicked my wrist to check the time. "And, uh, how long will that take?"
Logan ran a hand over his beard, "Hard to say, but if it's only a fuse problem, you can be on your way before nightfall."
"If it's not?"
"Well, then it's a whole other story. I'll have to order parts, and your car will probably be at the shop for a few days—"
"A few days?" I squeaked out.
He walked over to Flynn and placed both his hands on the boy's shoulders, "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, ma'am—"
"Kenzie."
He gave me a small nod, "Kenzie, let me drop you off at the diner and I promise by the time you've finished your coffee or tea I'll have a solid answer for you."
"If it's all the same, I'd like to wait."
Logan frowned and by the way his eyes narrowed, I could tell he thought I didn't trust him with my car. I wasn't going to correct him. I'd rather he thought that than admit to a stranger that I don't want to sit in a diner because I'm afraid I'd run into my ex.
With my Mazda hooked, we started the short drive to Willow Creek. The closer we got, the more nervous I became. By the time we drove past the 'Welcome' sign, my heart was pumping to a frantic rhythm.
"You're stuck here."
I almost choked at the sound of those three words. Logan straightened from where he was bent over my car's engine and wiped his hands with a rag he pulled from his back pocket. "For a few days, at least," he added.
I shook my head and pinched the bridge of my nose. That was the last thing I needed.
"I'm sorry I don't have better news," he sounded sincere.
My lips pulled into a tight smile, "Yeah, me too." I aimlessly scanned my surroundings and asked, "If you can give me directions to the nearest hotel, that would be great." What I needed was a long, hot bath and to get our potential client to reschedule our meeting.
"Hotel?" Logan chuckled. "No hotel, but we do have a pretty decent guesthouse here." He then grabbed his phone from the bench behind him and stepped away to make a call.
I folded my arms in front of me and did a slow perusal of the auto shop. I spotted Flynn in the far corner, playing games on his tablet. He was such an adorable little boy, and the easy exchanges between him and Logan were absolutely heart-melting.
"All set. Mrs. Davis has a room for you."
The suddenness of his voice had me jumping on the spot; I barely resisted the urge to press my palm to my heart. "Mrs. Davis?" I asked.
"Yeah," he let out a short whistle which drew Flynn's attention. After Logan beckoned him with a quick jerk of his head, the boy jumped up and hurried toward us. "She's the owner of the guesthouse," Logan continued. "C'mon, we'll drop you off."
Twenty minutes later, I was 'checked-in' and standing in the middle of a pale green and yellow room wondering what else could possibly go wrong.
Chapter 2
