Page 208 of Between Secrets and Obsession
Tyler nods. “He’s getting anxious not knowing who he’s fighting yet, and JJ keeps texting him reminders about how important this fight is.”
I groan. God, I hate that ugly ass piece of shit.
“Okay, fine,” I surrender. “Getting dressed now.”
Tyler walks away, and I check my phone, seeing eight text messages from Sophie. She has a full day of rehearsals before she’s off for the holiday and asked me to run to the grocery store for some last-minute items she needs for tomorrow’s feast.
Maddie
I’ll grab everything, stop worrying.
Sophie
Thank you! Love you!
Maddie
Next time, don’t send Beanstalk to wake me up, though!
Sophie
I had no choice, sleepyhead!
I snicker and set my phone down so I can get ready for the day. Once I’m dressed and presentable, I head to my car and crank it, but it doesn’t turn over.
What the fuck?
I try it again and nothing. Well, great.
Grabbing my stuff, I walk back into the house and look for Tyler.
“Hey,” I say when I find him in the kitchen. “My car won’t start for some reason. Any chance I can take your truck to the store to get groceries for Soph?”
He looks at me, concerned. “It won’t start at all?”
I shake my head. “Just makes a weird noise, then dies. I have no idea.” Shrugging, I pout. “I can take an Uber if it’s an issue.”
“No, of course not. But I’m a little worried after what happened to the G-Wagon. You should let me look at it.”
I smirk, crossing my arms. “You know how to work on cars?”
“Don’t look so surprised.” He chuckles, then grabs his keys. “C’mon, I’ll take you so I can buy some tools and oil. When’s the last time it’s had an oil change?”
I follow him to the front door. “Uhh…”
“Oh, Madilocks. I’m about to teach you some life skills today.”
Groaning, I walk out to his truck. “That sounds like zero fun actually.”
An hour later, we’re back at the house with everything on Sophie’s list and everything from the auto aisle. Tyler talks to me about car shit and what could be wrong with it, and honestly, he’d be better off talking to me in a foreign language because I don’t have a clue what any of it means.
As I unload the bags, he changes and returns in old-looking jeans and a ripped T-shirt. “Come out when you’re done. I want you to watch.”
I give him a look that says I’d rather be anywhere else.
“Stop being a baby.”
“I’m not! I don't want to tinker around in an engine.”
