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when the engine spluttered a few times and then stopped completely. The car itself kept going on pure momentum before it died.
The sun was still shining at least.
I groaned and threw my head back against the headrest, arms falling limp at my sides. I put the car in park and put on the handbrake before getting out to survey the damage. Not that I knew all that much about cars, but I figured as long as nothing was on fire or smoking then I wouldn’t have to cut my vacation short.
I popped open the hood, stared at my engine for a moment before hitting myself in the head with the palm of my hand. It was hopeless . I had no gas in my car, and there wasn’t another gas station for miles. I didn’t even want to look at my phone. I knew the signal out there was bad because I’d had to depend on my CDs for music without static in it for a good hour now.
I perked up when I heard the distant sound of a car, and looked around for the source, smiling when I saw truck heading down from the direction I planned on going. I waved my arms – some might say a little desperately – to get the truck’s attention and breathed a sigh of relief when it visibly slowed down.
It was clear the truck had seen more than its fair use; faded green paint, engine making that ominous ‘I’m two seconds away from breaking down’ sound that you always heard in movies. I couldn’t see the driver just yet – as I said, the sun was shining, or glaring angrily if you prefer – but smiled brightly at whoever was driving all the same when they came to a stop next to my car.
“Hey there,” came the gravelly voice from inside the truck. I blinked once, holding a hand up to shield my eyes from the sun as I tried to get a better look at my male saviour.
“Hi – um, help?” I offered lamely. He chuckled – and wasn’t that just the loveliest sound I’d heard all day – and got out, smiling at me as he looked between my car and me.
“I’m Sam,” he said and held out his hand. I tried not to seem too eager when I took his hand and shook it. Such a large calloused hand, too. He was just large in general.
Sam was tall – and it wasn’t just me being a little shorter than average, he was quite tall – and absolutely gorgeous. I didn’t tend to go for blondes, but he was the kind of dirty blond that wasn’t reflecting the sun into my eyes and blinding me. His big blue eyes weren’t exactly an eyesore either. He was dressed for summer that much was clear; faded jeans, a white v-neck and an undone Western-style button shirt over it. His muscles weren’t exactly bursting at the seams, but his shirt was just tight enough for me to get a good view of those abs. There was a sheen of sweat over his brow – I guessed no air conditioning in the old truck – and he let go of my hand to take a closer look at my engine.
“What seems to be the problem?”
I blushed at that a little.
“Complacency.” He said nothing, seemingly waiting for me to continue, “I didn’t hear my car telling me I was low on gas. So it, you know, ran out. So…yeah.”
He snickered, but was nice enough to smother it before outright laughing at me. You had to admire a man like that.
“Well, that’s easily remedied. But the closest fuel station is in town, and the towing service isn’t open today. If you’re not too worried about stranger danger I can give you a lift to town. They have a real nice B&B you can stay at until the tow-man gets your car in town.”
“Oh, no that’s okay,” he seemed surprised at that. I took a moment to rephrase it, “No, I mean I’ve already got a cottage in town that I’m renting. I’m on vacation so I’m renting – which I just I said. Um – I’d love a lift into town if you’re not worried about stranger danger?”
Sam chuckled at that. His answer came in the form of him closing the hood of my car, walking to his truck and opening the passenger side door for me. I grinned. I was quick to grab all of my stuff, wind
The sun was still shining at least.
I groaned and threw my head back against the headrest, arms falling limp at my sides. I put the car in park and put on the handbrake before getting out to survey the damage. Not that I knew all that much about cars, but I figured as long as nothing was on fire or smoking then I wouldn’t have to cut my vacation short.
I popped open the hood, stared at my engine for a moment before hitting myself in the head with the palm of my hand. It was hopeless . I had no gas in my car, and there wasn’t another gas station for miles. I didn’t even want to look at my phone. I knew the signal out there was bad because I’d had to depend on my CDs for music without static in it for a good hour now.
I perked up when I heard the distant sound of a car, and looked around for the source, smiling when I saw truck heading down from the direction I planned on going. I waved my arms – some might say a little desperately – to get the truck’s attention and breathed a sigh of relief when it visibly slowed down.
It was clear the truck had seen more than its fair use; faded green paint, engine making that ominous ‘I’m two seconds away from breaking down’ sound that you always heard in movies. I couldn’t see the driver just yet – as I said, the sun was shining, or glaring angrily if you prefer – but smiled brightly at whoever was driving all the same when they came to a stop next to my car.
“Hey there,” came the gravelly voice from inside the truck. I blinked once, holding a hand up to shield my eyes from the sun as I tried to get a better look at my male saviour.
“Hi – um, help?” I offered lamely. He chuckled – and wasn’t that just the loveliest sound I’d heard all day – and got out, smiling at me as he looked between my car and me.
“I’m Sam,” he said and held out his hand. I tried not to seem too eager when I took his hand and shook it. Such a large calloused hand, too. He was just large in general.
Sam was tall – and it wasn’t just me being a little shorter than average, he was quite tall – and absolutely gorgeous. I didn’t tend to go for blondes, but he was the kind of dirty blond that wasn’t reflecting the sun into my eyes and blinding me. His big blue eyes weren’t exactly an eyesore either. He was dressed for summer that much was clear; faded jeans, a white v-neck and an undone Western-style button shirt over it. His muscles weren’t exactly bursting at the seams, but his shirt was just tight enough for me to get a good view of those abs. There was a sheen of sweat over his brow – I guessed no air conditioning in the old truck – and he let go of my hand to take a closer look at my engine.
“What seems to be the problem?”
I blushed at that a little.
“Complacency.” He said nothing, seemingly waiting for me to continue, “I didn’t hear my car telling me I was low on gas. So it, you know, ran out. So…yeah.”
He snickered, but was nice enough to smother it before outright laughing at me. You had to admire a man like that.
“Well, that’s easily remedied. But the closest fuel station is in town, and the towing service isn’t open today. If you’re not too worried about stranger danger I can give you a lift to town. They have a real nice B&B you can stay at until the tow-man gets your car in town.”
“Oh, no that’s okay,” he seemed surprised at that. I took a moment to rephrase it, “No, I mean I’ve already got a cottage in town that I’m renting. I’m on vacation so I’m renting – which I just I said. Um – I’d love a lift into town if you’re not worried about stranger danger?”
Sam chuckled at that. His answer came in the form of him closing the hood of my car, walking to his truck and opening the passenger side door for me. I grinned. I was quick to grab all of my stuff, wind
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