His hand wormed its way to the back of my neck and he gave it a tender squeeze. “Rough morning for you, huh? First the puke. Then the flat tire.”
I sighed. “Yeah. I don’t have a spare, and I don’t have AAA.”
“Give me your car keys.”
I leaned back to stare up at him. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to get two prospects to take care of this for you while we’re at breakfast.”
“I don’t need prospects taking care of my car.”
“You just said you don’t have a spare or AAA.”
“I did say that,” I agreed. “But I also know Horace Jackson. He owns a garage. I just catered his wedding anniversary party. I was going to call and ask—”
“Do you want to spend your morning getting this sorted, or do you want to hand off your keys and make it someone else’s problem? It will just get solved for you, and you won’t have to lift a finger.”
“Someone else’s problem? You meanyourproblem.”
He shrugged. “I can handle this for you without breaking a sweat. Take the offer, Brooklyn.”
I nibbled on my lip a moment, but finally relented. Was I really going to look a gift horse in the mouth?
I took a step away from Slash, but only so I could fish my keys out of my purse. I handed them over to him. Slash went to my car, unlocked it, and then put the keys into the visor.
“Okay, hop in the sedan.”
“Wait a second,” I said. “You can’t leave my car unlocked.”
“Why not?”
“Well, because you left the keys in the car. What if someone steals it?”
“They’d be doing you a favor. Locks are for honest people, anyway.”
I glared at him.
“Relax. The boys will be here in ten minutes.”
I arched a brow. “Ten minutes?”
He cocked a grin. “Yeah. I had them leave a few minutes after me, just to give me some time to talk you into accepting my help.”
“You didn’t have to talk me into it.”
“No?”
“Well, maybe a little,” I said with a laugh. “I can be stubborn.”
“Yeah, I know that. I remember from the night of the party when you didn’t want to go to the clinic.” He walked to the passenger side of the sedan and opened it for me.
“Thanks,” I said, climbing in.
The vehicle was spacious and smelled new.
“Whose car is this?”
Slash buckled his seat belt. “Joni’s.”