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decision. The car spun
out of control and went careening into an embankment.
After she stopped shaking Minerva
gunning the gas petal. The Mini Cooper spun in the snow, refusing to move in
either direction. She hadn't had this damn car three weeks yet and had probably
already scratched the lightning blue paint job.
“Why didn't I pay the extra two grand
for the performance package with that dynamic traction control?”
Marvey didn't have an answer.
“Damn.” No signal on the cell. “What
the fuck are we supposed to do now?”
Marvey only sighed in commiseration
and refused to budge when Minerva eased open the car door and stepped into the
snow. Of course her heavy duty dog walking boots would have been in the trunk.
The new suede boots were going to be ruined just from walking around the car to
inspect the damage. It didn't look all that bad except for the tail end of her
tiny car being stuck in a drift of snow.
Standing outside the car and shivering
in the cold, she tried her cell again. No luck on getting any kind of signal.
She got back in the car, deciding to wait it out. After close to thirty minutes
of just sitting there without a single car driving by Minerva mulled over their
options. “Should we try to walk back to the last exit?”
Marvey gave her a 'fuck no' look that
she agreed with. She'd gassed up in Newport so the tank was still sitting close
to full. As long as the butt warmer didn't conk out they would be fine. Surely
a highway patrolman or a snowplow would be driving by soon.
Minerva pulled her iPad out of the
backpack. No wifi signal either. Not that she'd really expected one in the
middle of nowhere. That left her with nothing to do but open the iBooks app and
find someone else's words to read.
Stephen King probably wasn't the best
stuck-on-the-side-of-the-road-choice, but his demons seemed a lot less scary
than the ones eating away at her self-confidence. She'd gotten so lost in Full
Dark, No Stars that she about jumped right out of her skin when someone
tapped on her window.
Hoping for a Good Samaritan instead
of a serial killer, she rolled down the window without even thinking to grab
the Mace canister in her glove box. Her heart skipped a beat when she looked up
and saw the gorgeous hunk of a man on the other side of the door.
“You all right?” He asked with a
beautiful eastern Tennessee twang.
“My car's stuck,” she said stating the
obvious.
“What the hell were you thinking out
driving in a Matchbox car with it snowing like this?”
Minerva would have been offended if
his smile hadn't been so dazzling and those eyes. A girl could drown in their
depths of lightening blue, almost the exact color of her Mini.
“I was supposed to go to my sister's
in Asheville. Do you think you might be able to get my car back on the road?”
He looked strong enough to just pick
up the Mini and sit it right back on I-40.
“There ain't no way you'll make it
through the Gorge.”
“Then what do you suggest I do?”
“I've got a crockpot full of homemade
chili back at my cabin and a case of beer in my truck.” He flashed a wicked
smile than sent a jolt of electric energy straight to her pussy. “I'd be glad
to let you stay at my place until the weather breaks.”
Talk about Santa making an early
delivery. A guy who looked like he'd stepped right off the cover of a romance
novel offering her shelter from the storm. If he did turn out to be a serial
killing rapist at least she might die with a satisfied smile on his face.
Of course it was unlikely that he was
actually a serial killer rapist, she knew that if he'd been any kind of a
threat Marvey would have already gone into guard dog mode backing the handsome
stranger away from her car. Dogs were better judges of character than humans.
People who weren't familiar with Olde English Bulldogs often mistook them for
their Pitt Bull cousins so if he wasn't an animal person he'd have backed off
or showed some kind of nervousness around
out of control and went careening into an embankment.
After she stopped shaking Minerva
gunning the gas petal. The Mini Cooper spun in the snow, refusing to move in
either direction. She hadn't had this damn car three weeks yet and had probably
already scratched the lightning blue paint job.
“Why didn't I pay the extra two grand
for the performance package with that dynamic traction control?”
Marvey didn't have an answer.
“Damn.” No signal on the cell. “What
the fuck are we supposed to do now?”
Marvey only sighed in commiseration
and refused to budge when Minerva eased open the car door and stepped into the
snow. Of course her heavy duty dog walking boots would have been in the trunk.
The new suede boots were going to be ruined just from walking around the car to
inspect the damage. It didn't look all that bad except for the tail end of her
tiny car being stuck in a drift of snow.
Standing outside the car and shivering
in the cold, she tried her cell again. No luck on getting any kind of signal.
She got back in the car, deciding to wait it out. After close to thirty minutes
of just sitting there without a single car driving by Minerva mulled over their
options. “Should we try to walk back to the last exit?”
Marvey gave her a 'fuck no' look that
she agreed with. She'd gassed up in Newport so the tank was still sitting close
to full. As long as the butt warmer didn't conk out they would be fine. Surely
a highway patrolman or a snowplow would be driving by soon.
Minerva pulled her iPad out of the
backpack. No wifi signal either. Not that she'd really expected one in the
middle of nowhere. That left her with nothing to do but open the iBooks app and
find someone else's words to read.
Stephen King probably wasn't the best
stuck-on-the-side-of-the-road-choice, but his demons seemed a lot less scary
than the ones eating away at her self-confidence. She'd gotten so lost in Full
Dark, No Stars that she about jumped right out of her skin when someone
tapped on her window.
Hoping for a Good Samaritan instead
of a serial killer, she rolled down the window without even thinking to grab
the Mace canister in her glove box. Her heart skipped a beat when she looked up
and saw the gorgeous hunk of a man on the other side of the door.
“You all right?” He asked with a
beautiful eastern Tennessee twang.
“My car's stuck,” she said stating the
obvious.
“What the hell were you thinking out
driving in a Matchbox car with it snowing like this?”
Minerva would have been offended if
his smile hadn't been so dazzling and those eyes. A girl could drown in their
depths of lightening blue, almost the exact color of her Mini.
“I was supposed to go to my sister's
in Asheville. Do you think you might be able to get my car back on the road?”
He looked strong enough to just pick
up the Mini and sit it right back on I-40.
“There ain't no way you'll make it
through the Gorge.”
“Then what do you suggest I do?”
“I've got a crockpot full of homemade
chili back at my cabin and a case of beer in my truck.” He flashed a wicked
smile than sent a jolt of electric energy straight to her pussy. “I'd be glad
to let you stay at my place until the weather breaks.”
Talk about Santa making an early
delivery. A guy who looked like he'd stepped right off the cover of a romance
novel offering her shelter from the storm. If he did turn out to be a serial
killing rapist at least she might die with a satisfied smile on his face.
Of course it was unlikely that he was
actually a serial killer rapist, she knew that if he'd been any kind of a
threat Marvey would have already gone into guard dog mode backing the handsome
stranger away from her car. Dogs were better judges of character than humans.
People who weren't familiar with Olde English Bulldogs often mistook them for
their Pitt Bull cousins so if he wasn't an animal person he'd have backed off
or showed some kind of nervousness around
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