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“She said it’s a powder blue POS.”
I pause.“A POS?”
He chuckles. “That’s what she said.”
“Thanks,” I say through my teeth. “I’ll take care of it.”
I hang up a little too hard and Tucker stares at me.
“What was that about?” he asks.
“I need the tow,” I say, rounding the counter.
“But you’re on desk duty—”
“Tucker, give me the keys.”
He grabs them from his breast pocket and drops them into my open palm. “Need help?”
“No.”
I shove the door and stomp around the building to the tow truck.
Jovie freakin’ Ross.
She’s running away again. Or she tried to and her old, beat-up car broke down on her way out of town. Not really surprising considering all the miles she put on it over the last few years.
I climb into the truck, feeling fueled by anger and frustration.
I can’t believe she’d do this to me. Again. After everything we’ve been through. After all the times I stuck up for her. This is how she repays me?
Why am I so surprised?
This is exactly who Jovie Ross is. Who she’s always been.
I speed down the highway, heading east, passing every car I come up on. It’s reckless and a little stupid, admittedly, but after the last few days, running on passion is about all I have left.
I see her car on the other side of the highway. Jovie’s little, blue car.
She’s standing outside of it in her ripped jeans and a black sweater, leaning against the front bumper with her arms crossed and her head down. A familiar pose but it’s not enough to soften my resolve.
I deserve an explanation for this.
I make a U-turn and speed up to park the tow in front of her. Her head rises in surprise and I watch her brow furrow with confusion through the rearview mirror.
Her face softens as I hop out and slam the door closed.
“Will…”
I point a finger at her. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, Jove.”
She frowns. “What are you talking about?”
A rush of adrenaline powers my tongue, completely decimating any filter I have. “I’m talking about exactly what this looks like.” I gesture at her car. “You’re running off again. I can’t believe you! One setback and that’s it? You’re done? Bye bye Jovie for another four years?!”
“Okay, Will—”
“No, I don’t want to hear another one of your dumb excuses.” I fill my lungs, feeling them burn as she stares at me with eyes of stone. “I was right about you all along. You’re a selfish, irresponsible child! You don’t care about me. You don’t care about anything or anybody but yourself. Did you stop to think about what this would do to me? Especially now after you’ve already uprooted my life?”
