Delia was curled up with a book in the cozy reading nook of her villa, when she was startled by the sound of the doorbell. Looking at the time, she thought Rafe may have returned earlier than expected.
She made her way to the door and opened it to find Phillip standing at her doorstep, looking a bit disheveled.
“Phillip, what are you doing here?" Delia's voice betrayed her confusion.
"Delia, lass, I hate to bother ya, but my car broke down a little ways from here," Phillip admitted sheepishly. "I think I left the headlight on draining the battery. I was wondering if you could give me a jumpstart?"
Delia's brow furrowed in concern. "Of course," she replied with a reassuring smile. "Let me grab my keys, and we'll head out right away."
"Thank you, lass. I really appreciate it," Phillip
