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clear. It sent shivers down her spine.
Caelyn gripped her cell phone tightly, tried to breathe. Why was she scared of him? Was he bad, did he have evil intentions—or was it something else?
“My car’s making a lot of noise,” she said, finally. Her voice sounded less scared than she felt. But her legs were shaking.
The man walked to the door of her car, and now he was bathed in shadow, but closer. He moved with an easy, relaxed gait that indicated a familiarity with women—
which made sense, given his good looks. As traumatized as Caelyn was, it was impossible not to appreciate how gorgeous he was.
“Mind if I check it out?” the stranger asked.
“Sure,” she said. She liked that he wasn’t coming closer. He opened the driver side door all the way and slid inside. A moment later, the engine was revving and the sounds were back in all their glory. From outside, it was somehow even worse. She knew that whatever it was, her car was in very, very bad shape.
The stranger got out a few seconds later, leaving the car running. “I’m just going to have a look under the hood,” he explained. He had a small flashlight, she saw, and then the hood was up and he was examining something.
Caelyn was curious, but hung back, still ready to run. Her senses were on high alert and she didn’t trust this guy with his eerie, relaxed vibe and charming way. She knew now how little any of that stuff meant.
This guy could just be waiting for her to let down her guard and then he’d pounce.
How could she possibly trust him? What reason did he have for being out here this time of night?
He couldn’t have been under the hood more than a few minutes before he’d shut it and then gone back inside the driver’s side. The engine shut off with a trailing, snarling rattle.
When the stranger got out of the car this time, he did take a step in Caelyn’s direction. She took a step back, tensing her whole body, ready to flee.
He smiled from the shadows. “Relax,” he said. “I was just going to give you your keys back.” He held up his hands, showing the dangling key chain.
Caelyn folded her arms. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Can’t be sure, but I think your transmission’s shot,” he said.
“Great. I assume that’s pretty bad news.”
“It’s not good.”
“Well, thanks for trying,” she told him. She pretended to dial her phone, just to show him that she had the option to call for help if she chose.
He looked at her. “I think reception’s pretty much nonexistent out here.” She could swear the corners of his lips twitched as if to smile at her silly ruse. His eyes moved up her body, taking in her skirt, her ruined shirt, the high heels that had seemed a good idea earlier in the night.
She jutted out her chin, refusing to wilt under his gaze. Surprisingly, it wasn’t making her uncomfortable. Caelyn didn’t get the sense he was checking her out – at least, not in a sexual way. Instead, he was probably wondering what the hell she was doing out here, by herself, late at night, on the side of the road.
“Well, my phone’s getting reception,” she lied.
“Oh, that’s good.” He put his hands on his hips. “My name’s Elijah,” he told her.
“Cool. Thanks for taking a look at my car,” she said. “I appreciate it. Guess I’ll just call for a tow truck.”
“Listen, why don’t you let me drive you to the next exit, drop you somewhere safe, you can wait there until they fix up your car?”
Relief started to flood through her. But then she caught herself.
Once she was in his car, anything could happen. Anything.
He seemed nice, though.
So did Jayson.
That brought back the tremors and the sick feeling. “I should probably stay with my car,” she said.
Elijah nodded slowly. He leaned back against her car, crossed his arms over his broad chest. She couldn’t help but notice the way his biceps flexed, even under the loose material of his t-shirt. “You know it’s probably going to
Caelyn gripped her cell phone tightly, tried to breathe. Why was she scared of him? Was he bad, did he have evil intentions—or was it something else?
“My car’s making a lot of noise,” she said, finally. Her voice sounded less scared than she felt. But her legs were shaking.
The man walked to the door of her car, and now he was bathed in shadow, but closer. He moved with an easy, relaxed gait that indicated a familiarity with women—
which made sense, given his good looks. As traumatized as Caelyn was, it was impossible not to appreciate how gorgeous he was.
“Mind if I check it out?” the stranger asked.
“Sure,” she said. She liked that he wasn’t coming closer. He opened the driver side door all the way and slid inside. A moment later, the engine was revving and the sounds were back in all their glory. From outside, it was somehow even worse. She knew that whatever it was, her car was in very, very bad shape.
The stranger got out a few seconds later, leaving the car running. “I’m just going to have a look under the hood,” he explained. He had a small flashlight, she saw, and then the hood was up and he was examining something.
Caelyn was curious, but hung back, still ready to run. Her senses were on high alert and she didn’t trust this guy with his eerie, relaxed vibe and charming way. She knew now how little any of that stuff meant.
This guy could just be waiting for her to let down her guard and then he’d pounce.
How could she possibly trust him? What reason did he have for being out here this time of night?
He couldn’t have been under the hood more than a few minutes before he’d shut it and then gone back inside the driver’s side. The engine shut off with a trailing, snarling rattle.
When the stranger got out of the car this time, he did take a step in Caelyn’s direction. She took a step back, tensing her whole body, ready to flee.
He smiled from the shadows. “Relax,” he said. “I was just going to give you your keys back.” He held up his hands, showing the dangling key chain.
Caelyn folded her arms. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Can’t be sure, but I think your transmission’s shot,” he said.
“Great. I assume that’s pretty bad news.”
“It’s not good.”
“Well, thanks for trying,” she told him. She pretended to dial her phone, just to show him that she had the option to call for help if she chose.
He looked at her. “I think reception’s pretty much nonexistent out here.” She could swear the corners of his lips twitched as if to smile at her silly ruse. His eyes moved up her body, taking in her skirt, her ruined shirt, the high heels that had seemed a good idea earlier in the night.
She jutted out her chin, refusing to wilt under his gaze. Surprisingly, it wasn’t making her uncomfortable. Caelyn didn’t get the sense he was checking her out – at least, not in a sexual way. Instead, he was probably wondering what the hell she was doing out here, by herself, late at night, on the side of the road.
“Well, my phone’s getting reception,” she lied.
“Oh, that’s good.” He put his hands on his hips. “My name’s Elijah,” he told her.
“Cool. Thanks for taking a look at my car,” she said. “I appreciate it. Guess I’ll just call for a tow truck.”
“Listen, why don’t you let me drive you to the next exit, drop you somewhere safe, you can wait there until they fix up your car?”
Relief started to flood through her. But then she caught herself.
Once she was in his car, anything could happen. Anything.
He seemed nice, though.
So did Jayson.
That brought back the tremors and the sick feeling. “I should probably stay with my car,” she said.
Elijah nodded slowly. He leaned back against her car, crossed his arms over his broad chest. She couldn’t help but notice the way his biceps flexed, even under the loose material of his t-shirt. “You know it’s probably going to
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