Peter lugged the air compressor back into his garage, dropping the coiled hose next to it. Kate"s tire only seemed flat. He"d filled it, heard no air, couldn"t see any nails. But it was dark, and he couldn"t see much, anyway. If it was a slow leak, then she"d find out tomorrow when it went low again. And then maybe she"d need help again…
Okay, enough. You"ve got work to do at school, remember? Your job? Grading papers?
You"ve got work to do at school, remember? Your job? Grading papers?He pulled the Mustang"s keys from his pocket, zipped his leather coat, climbed in and started it.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. What had he been thinking, taking Kate to the lake like that? He had seen how she had shivered. He figured it hadn"t been a big deal, but he wasn"t thinking like her.
The car almost d
