Elijah POV
My truck was smoking when I tried to start the ignition that morning. Unfortunately, we’d decided to meet at the packhouse, so Ambrosia witnessed as much. “This is… an omen,” she said. “It has to be. This is doomed- we shouldn’t go.”
“Ambrosia,” I clamped my hands down on her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her lovely lips. “I think you would call anything that happened today an omen. You just want to back out of seeing Phlox.”
Her nose reddened, and she looked like a much sexier Rudolph. “That’s not true.”
“It is,” I replied. “I’ll grab our luggage. We can take an SUV again.” Unable to help my frustration at the old beater, I kicked its tire. “They’re roomier than this guy is anyway.”
As if the truck had complaints of its own, it coughed up more smoke and we both flinched
