“Maybe Brutus can come out and help me get it off?” he suggested, standing at her elbow.
“Who?” Olivia asked, still staring at her car in disbelief. She hadn’t even considered the parking spot might be dangerous when she’d pulled in the night before. This is what garages were for.
“Brutus?” he repeated. “Your husband?”
“My what?” Olivia turned to look at him. His eyebrows were arched and a tiny hint of amusement played around his perfect lips. “Oh, right. Brutus. My… husband.”
“You don’t have a husband named Brutus?” he asked, biting his bottom lip.
“No,” she admitted, sheepishly. She crossed her arms. “I’m sorry. It’s just… it was late, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. And I couldn’t really see in the dark….”
“It’s okay,” he chuckled. “I don’t blame you. Are you here all by yourself t
