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Roger raised a finger as he was back on the phone. “Good. Tell them we will be there in about thirty minutes.”

“They have it?” she asked. He nodded.

“I don’t give a shit what time they close. If they value their job, they will have someone there waiting for us.” Roger handed the phone back to her. “You ready?”

“For what?”

“To go to the repair shop. They’ve located your purse,” Roger said.

“And you really think there will be someone there after hours?” If she had made the request, the answer would’ve been no.

“There will be.”

“Thank you. I better head over to the—”

“We.”

“What?”

Roger said, “We will head over. It is a half hour drive.” He looked down at her. “I assume you’re not driving since you didn’t have your purse.”

“I was going to take the bus.”

He shook his head. “My car isn’t far.”

“I don’t take rides from strangers,” she said firmly.

“We both know that isn’t true. You took one yesterday from Lena.”

“That was different,” she replied, defending her actions.

“If it would make you feel better, I can splash you again with my car.”

“Again?” she asked. Roger pointed to a black car parked not far from them. “That was you?”

He nodded. “Unfortunately, yesterday didn’t seem to be your day. I’m hoping you will allow me to make it up to you by giving you a ride to retrieve your belongings.”

“That really isn’t necessary.”

“I disagree. The shop is closing, and I’m your best option to get there.”

My only option to get there.She didn’t have enough cash to pay a cab for that distance.

“I guess it will be okay.”

She let him lead the way to his car. She almost hated to sit on the fine leather seat. At least she wasn’t soaking wet today.

As they pulled away, Roger said, “You should’ve let me give you a ride yesterday.”

“I was . . . a bit . . . distracted at that time.”

“Pissed might be a better term.”

She snickered. “And that still wouldn’t be strong enough. But it didn’t have anything to do with getting splashed.”

“Want to talk about it?” Roger asked.

No.But then again, she needed to talk about something. Sitting in the car, staring out the window, was kind of awkward. It wasn’t like she was ever going to see him again so what did it matter?


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