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“Awww, a momma’s boy?” she teased.
His tone was serious when he answered, “Yes. She’s what I’ve got.”
“You told her about me?” Timber asked.
“Yes. She’s been praying for you.”
She didn’t know why, but that touched her deeply. Her own mother probably hadn’t even thought of her while she’d been in the hospital, but this stranger-woman had been praying for her?
“She sounds like a good lady,” Timber said softly.
“You shouldn’t take rides from strangers.” Everything he said came out angry-sounding.
“It was get a ride with you, or with a rideshare app. Either way, strangers. And one of them brought me flowers two times.”
“It wasn’t some romantic gesture, lady.”
“Timber. My name is Timber Harris.”
“I didn’t ask, and I don’t care.”
“I don’t think your mother would approve of your rudeness. I am Timber, nice to meet you. Now you say your name, and then say ‘it’s nice to meet you too.’”
The man was huge, and filled up the entire driver’s side of the spacious truck as he rested one arm over the wheel and ignored her.
“Fine, Fergus. How do you know where I live?” she asked as he took the exact right turn for the third time in a row.
“I don’t. I’m taking you to 7-Eleven for your damn Slurpee, and there is one of those around here.”
“Oh. Right. Thank you for explaining, Fergus.”
He wasn’t taking the bait and correcting her on the name, so she spouted off, “Fergus Bernard Squeeze Cheese Harrison Igoreson the third, the last in a line of Igoresons that—”
“Wreck.”
“Yes, we did have a wreck—”
“No, mynameis Wreck,” he ground out.
“Oh.” Wreck. Okay. “That is a unique name. Is it a family name, or…”
“I’m the first in a line of Wrecks.”
“Ah, sounds mysterious.”
He snorted, and took a right at a stoplight. “Last name is Itall.”
“Sooo, your mom named you Wreck It All?” she asked carefully. That was a little mean for a mother to do to a kiddo. “When you were born?”
“The last name is given. The first name showed up at sixteen.”
“Showed up?”
He sighed. “Wreck Itall is my name, but my mother only gave me the last name.”
“What is your real name?” she asked curiously.
“Wreck.” His voice had taken on a stern quality, and she could tell she was pushing too hard.
