Page 43 of Drifter

“Girl, you never leave without a working cell phone. This town has lots of good people, but you never can tell, and a slip of a thing like you wouldn’t stand a chance.” Ruth shook her head and saw me sitting close. “Motown,” she called. “Time to do your good deed for the day.”

I thought Tessa was going to faint straight away when I stood and took a step closer. Her head moves back to take in my height. She’s at least a foot shorter than me.

“What can I do for you?” I asked, looking directly into her eyes, which were wide with surprise.

Ruth answered on her behalf. “Her car won’t start.”

“That’s okay. I don’t want to bother you,” Tessa began.

“Motown’s a mechanic. He knows his shit,” Ruth said, then took Tessa aside. Ruth thought she was being quiet, but I heard it all. “He’s a good guy. No one better in this place. He can get your car started, and you can get home safe. Tomorrow, in the light of day, I’ll come by and see your shop. We can do a proper welcome to the neighborhood visit.”

After Tessa agreed, I walked back to her car and got it started. I followed her all the way home to make sure she got there safe. I should have left her at the door. I should have been a good man and let her walk inside and then left.

I didn’t do that.