Unlike at the restaurant, Brick’s voice had a warm, comforting tone to it. It relaxed her. His voice made her want to curl into his skin and never leave.
“Yeah, my car doesn’t want to start,” she confessed trying to pull herself together.
“Well, that’s not good. Do you need me to call someone?”
Rachel looked away searching through her mind for who she could call. She had no one. Turning back to him with her face contorting, she felt the warm touch of his large hand on her face.
“Come with me.”
Rachel could do nothing but obey. Unbuckling herself, she got out and closed the door behind her. Following him back to the same red two-seater that she had seen in the reality show, he walked her around to the passenger side and opened the door. The car door flipped up instead of outwards and s
