He doesn't do relationships. Neither does she. But they can't fight the attraction any longer...
Can Nate and Jillian help heal each other and revive the love in their lives that they've both been refusing to allow in for years? Or will they let the...
"God damn it!" I yelled into the air around me. People stared at me but I could care less; it felt good to get it out. My car had just broken down on Main Street of all bloody streets. Breaking down in Monday morning traffic on a busy road was like a special kind of hell as far as I was concerned. Drivers were honking at me and yelling abuse.
"Screw you asshole," I yelled at one guy, "Not sure what the fuck you think I can do about it?" I extended my middle finger at him to make sure he got my message.
The fact my phone was out of battery too didn't help. I would have to walk to find a payphone.
Shit, what a way to start the day. I reached into the car for my bag, and was searching in it for my purse when I heard the rumble of a bike. Looking up, I squinted my eyes to see Nate pulling up behind me. My heart began beating faster and my skin tingled at the sight of him. He still managed to affect me even after treating me like he had.
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He left his bike and walked to me; his face was unreadable, not pleased but not annoyed. "Need a hand?" he asked.
Feeling slightly flustered in his presence, I replied, "No, its good. I'm just going to call for help. You keep going; I'm sure You're busy."
He frowned, and ignored what I'd said. Lifting his chin at my care, he asked, "What's wrong with it?"
"Its overheating which its been doing a bit lately." I had a Suzuki Swift hatchback and I loved it but the problem was that it was just getting to that age where things were starting to go wrong with it. I figured my savings account was going to take a hit soon.
"Who are you calling about it? RAC?"
"Yeah, I'll see if they can tow me home and then I'll call a mechanic."
He frowned again and pulled his phone out. Looking at me, he said, "I've got a friend who can tow it and then I'll take a look at it."
"I can handle this, Nate. You don't have to do that." I couldn't figure out why he was making the offer after the last encounter we'd had.
"Babe, I think you know by now that I don't do anything I don't want to do."
Before I could say anything else, he was on the phone to his friend organising the towing. When he hung up, he said, "He can't get here for another hour or more but he's going to do it and then take your car to my house so I can work on it. In the meantime, I can take you wherever you were going; there's no need for you to wait here. He'll call me when he's on his way and I'll meet him here with the keys."
"So you've just organised all of that without asking me first?"
