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I excused myself, walked out the door, and marched over to my car. A little bit of GPS and some gumption, and Merry Christmas to all of us.
The engine revved, but the car stayed put. Ugh, the snow bank. I’d need a shovel.
Knocking sounded on my window. Again, really? I would power down the window, but the window didn’t work when it was cold. “I’m a little stuck is all,” I said through the glass.Sigh. Fine. I got out.
Mom and Stu huddled together behind Nick. Mom nosed forward. “Megan, your car looks dented.”
Great. Exactly what I needed.
Stu knelt by the rear tire. “These are awfully worn. Best we change the tires out. I can take your car into the shop tomorrow.”
“The tires arefine.” Even as I said it, the lie tasted sharp. I looked at my car. Dirty, damaged, and kicking its feet up into snowbank like it deserved a vacation. The car was stuck. Like a metaphor for my life.
Nick looked at me with a slightly apologetic expression. “My truck has winter tires. It’s a straight shot to the home improvement store—easy trip, I don’t mind. Maybe Megan can come along? Help me to pick out what you need.”
Oh, my mother loved this. She was winking at me through her excitement. Writing the fanfic herself.
“Me? At a home improvement store?” My arsenal of apartment remedies were limited to batteries, a hammer, and duct tape.
“I promise, I’ll make this up to you,” Nick said to me in a low tone.
Stu handed him a few crisp bills. “Keep the rest for gas and your time.”
Nick accepted the money. “Sure thing.” He turned his attention to me. “Ready?”
I nodded, reluctantly. To be honest, I was mostly curious why this Nick Bennington made me any sort of promise at all.
CHAPTER FOUR
Nick
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ONCE IN MY TRUCK WITHMegan, I knew I needed to give her an explanation.
She clicked in and spun to look at me. “You’re the mayor’s son?”
