“Mmmm… I dunno,” I lied.
“Want me to take a look at it?”
“No.”
“Indie,” he said playfully. “Are you faking car troubles in hopes that you’ll be able to get me in the back seat of mine?”
No, but under any other circumstance, that didn’t sound too far outside the realm of things I’d be willing to do to get in your pants.
“No playful banter,” I told him. “Keep it professional, big boss man.”
He cleared his throat. “Right. Got it. Professional.” He made a show of straightening in his seat and putting both hands on the steering wheel. “So you think I’m big?”
I groaned, dropping my head back against the headrest.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I was kidding. No more.”
“Thank you.”
“But, really. I can look at your car if you need a not-very-knowledgeable-or-professional opinion.”
“I’ll figure it out,” I said.
There wasn’t much to figure out. I would have to call someone to come change the flat and shell out the obscene amount of money it would cost for a new tire and a house call.
I was lost in my thoughts as the car lurched, jostling both of us. A loud thud and sudden drop in speed told me we were probably about to have to deal with the second flat tire of the day. What fucking luck.
Kiernan cursed under his breath as he pulled off the side of the road to see what he’d run over. Once the car was in park, we both climbed out of the vehicle. When my door slammed shut, the sound of the car locking caught me by surprise.
It was still running.
He paused, catching my eye over the top of the car. “Please tell me the car didn’t just lock itself with my keys in the ignition.”
“Uhm. Maybe?” Definitely.
He jerked at the handle. “This is fantastic.”
“How does that even happen?” I asked.
As he opened his mouth to reply, the pitter-patter of rain began to drum against the pavement. I looked down at the white top I’d chosen to wear and sighed. Of course.This day couldn’t get any better.
Kiernan looked at me and quirked an eyebrow. “I guess rain is kind of our thing, seeing as Ichased you in itnot very long ago.”
“We don’t have a thing,” I replied grumpily, staring down at the very flat tire.
We totally had a thing.For him, I very much had a thing.
Why was this day full of stupid fucking flat tires?
He took off his tweed jacket and draped it over me. His crisp white dress shirt was quickly soaked through, clinging to his toned chest as the rain poured down around us.
Fuck me.
I stared helplessly through the window, the keys taunting me from the ignition. Of course, his vehicle would have chosen this moment to malfunction.
I pulled the jacket tighter around me. “Should we call a locksmith?” I asked.
“Yep,” he said, “And I will once we make it back to my house.”
