Page 20 of Wildest Dreams


Font Size:  

“You’re a freaking godsend,” Summer replies. “We should put something out on social media, letting everyone know.”

“Good idea. Well, I have to go overthink my date tonight. I cannot believe I didn’t wear a bra last night.”

“Honestly, let that one go,” Summer advises. “You have spectacular tits, and I’m sure Ryan didn’t mind at all.”

“Yeah, okay.” I look down at the tits in question. “They are rather nice, aren’t they?”

“Spectacular,” she repeats with a laugh and gets into her car. “Have fun tonight! Call and tell me about it.”

“Bye.” I wave her off and slip into my car, start it up, and then frown when the gas light comes on.

I always forget to put gas in my car. It’s one of those little details that slips my mind. I’ve never been stranded, at least not yet, but the light always has to come on to remind me.

“At least it’s downhill most of the way,” I mutter and put the car into gear, headed the short distance back into town. And, it seems there’s a first time for everything because despite the short distance into town, and the fact that it’s mostly downhill, my car decides to sputter to a stop about a mile from my shop.

A half mile from the gas station.

“How long was the light on?” I wonder as I pull my phone out of my purse and call my brother.

“Hey, sis.”

“Hi. Um, are you busy right now?”

“Depends on what you need.”

I cringe and take in a breath. “Well, I ran out of gas, and I need help.”

“You ran out of gas? Why didn’t you fill up, Poll?”

“I forgot. I’m sorry. If you’re busy, I can call roadside assistance.”

“We’re on the way,” he says. “Send me your location.”

He hangs up, and I frown down at the phone as I send him the location, and then I stare out the windshield.

“Wait. He said we’re on the way. Who’s we?”

He must not have been far away because before long, he pulls up behind me in his truck. Climbing out of the passenger side is none other than Ryan Wild.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter and close my eyes. “I can’t catch a break.”

Someone knocks on my window, and I roll it down and smile up at Ryan.

“Hey.”

“Car trouble?” he asks, his lips twitching. He thinks this is funny. And, I admit, it kind of is.

“Out of gas.” I shrug. “I could probably walk back to work from here, but I didn’t want to leave my car.”

“I have gas,” I hear Mac call out from behind me. “Open the tank latch.”

Doing as I’m told, I look back up at Ryan. “You didn’t have to come with him.”

“We were hanging out,” Ryan says. “Mac wants to go look at a horse.”

“Mac always wants to look at a horse,” I reply with a laugh. “That’s what he lives for.”

“Shut up,” Mac replies. “I can hear you. Try the engine.”

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like