CHAPTER TEN
“GOD.” CONNIE’S RED Subaru shuddered, her tire dragging and thumping as she wobbled onto the feeder road and parked. “Damn it.” She called Grayson but got his voice mail. “Babe, I have a flat tire. Can you come give me a hand?” She told him where she was. “Call as soon as you get this. Bye.” She hung up, got out the car and checked the tire.
A silver, Nissan Sentra crept up behind her, headlights beaming.
“Oh, no.” She groaned. “Of all people.”
CeCe hopped out of his car, leaving the door wide open. “What happened?”
“I have a flat tire in the front.”
He checked it out, squinting. “You got a spare?”
She showed him to the trunk.
“I’ll have this changed for you in no time.”
“That’s okay.” She faked a smile. “I left a voice mail for Grayson. He’ll be here soon.”
“You can’
