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Now, as he watched Leah kiss this man, old memories soured Leah, like Deidre, was a fickle creature They were users One e ended and they moved on to the next
He balled up his napkin and threw it on the reer and fries As teht, he quieted the desire Move with patience and care Slow and steady wins the race
She’d have seen the dog by now No way she couldn’t love that da Hell, he al eyes
He rose and spotted another couple talking The h tentative, clearly liked hih hiet a pound of someone’s flesh soon
Chapter Seventeen
Saturday, January 21, 8 AM
A flat tire was the last thing David needed He rushed out of his apartment across the lot, and when he spotted the tire he swore
David was running late for work The ered at the coffee shop after that, flirting with the redhead orked behind the bar And now the damn tire was flat and he not only had briefs to file that , he had tohim questions, he didn’t need any more trouble
He fished his cell out of his pocket, ready to call AAA, when he saw the truck pull up behind him and the driver roll down the“You need a hand?”
David nodded, praising his dumb luck “Hell yes, man There’s fifty bucks in it for you”
Grinning, thewheel Rolled-up sleeves revealed tattooed foreared for you in ten minutes”
“That’s great,” David said “This flat was such bad ti”
“Isn’t it always?”
The driver got out and moved to the back of his truck From a built-in silver toolbox, he removed a jack and a tire iron “You look like you’re in a rush”
David glanced up from his cell, already distracted, and reuy “I aet done, and now this I’”
“Lucky is right I’d just finished my shift and was headed home”
David’s halfhearted interest in conversation hummed behind his need for quick help with the tire “You live in this area?”
“Not too far from here” The driver jacked up the car and quickly and easily re nuts Soon, the flat tire was off and the spare from the trunk seated on the hub
Be friendly Make conversation He didn’t have time for AAA “Do you think I picked up a nail?”
“Naw, man Someone sliced the tire”
“What?”
The driver ran a finger along a neat, clean slice “Right here You must have pissed someone off”
That had hi the phone back in his pocket “Why do you say that?”
A grin tugged at his full lips “You see any other flat tires in the lot?”
David glanced around and realized he was the only one with the issue Shit Had he pissed so to worry A first glance at the driver’s badge gave him a name: Brian Brian was his only ally on this cold, shitty
“Brian, I appreciate the help”
Strong, callused hands screwed on the lug nuts before he reached for the tire iron “No worries, man”
“You from Nashville?”
“I’m new to Nashville Been here a feeeks How about you? You been here long?”
“All my life” He watched as Brian finished A little more small talk “I’m an attorney”
“I figured you were some kind of hotshot Nice suit”
David caught theHe fished fifty bucks from his pocket as Brian lowered the jack When David opened the trunk, Brian loaded the flat tire in the trunk bed