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Hmm, so there was a brain behind those dark eyes and hbors of serial killers always said the guy was so nice Elissa wasn’t sure Walker qualified as nice, which was, in a twisted way, a bit of a relief

“We should have worked on our upper body strength first Besides, you offered”

“Yes, I did”

He picked up the wrench, squatted down and in one quickboth inadequate and bitter, loosened the first nut The other three followed just as fast

“Thanks,” she said with a smile “I’ll take it from here”

“I’m already involved,” he told her “I can put on the spare in a couple of seconds”

Or so he thought “Yes, well, that’s a funny story,” she said “I don’t have a spare It’s big and bulky and really weighs down the car”

He straightened “You need a spare”

His statement of the obvious irritated her “Thanks for the advice, but as I don’t have one, it’s not very helpful”

“So what do you do now?”

“I say thank you” She glanced pointedly at the stairs leading to his apartment When he didn’t move, she added, “I don’t want to keep you”

His gaze dipped fro next to her on the driveway His htened in disapproval

“There is no way you’re going to carry that tire somewhere yourself,” he said flatly

Definitely not nice, she thought “I don’t carry, I drag I’ve done it before The tire place I go to is less than a mile from here It’s easy Good exercise, even So thank you for your help and have a nice day”

She reached for the tire in question He stepped between her and it

“I’ll take it,” he told her

“No, thank you I’m fine”

He topped her by at least seven or eight inches and he had to outweigh her by a good sixty pounds…every ounce of thelared at her, she had the feeling he was trying to intiood job of it, too, but she couldn’t let hih She was determined She was…

“Mommy, can I have toast?”