“I thought you said, ‘she’s never had a problem before’,” Quinn said as he crossed his arms. The whining died down and with it, so did the car. Now they were trapped on the side of the road staring at the rusty metal junk with wheels. There was a hissing noise that accompanied the silence and Sawyer had enough time to get it to the side before it stopped moving forward.
Sawyer groaned as her hand rested on the top of the white car. Her gaze narrowed as she looked at Quinn. “It was because of your negativity,” she said, jaw clenched. Sometimes it was difficult for him to tell whether or not she was serious. He had the feeling she was, but she couldn’t honestly believe that, could she?
“It’s just a car.” He met those steady green eyes. “It can’t hear the words I’m saying.”
She moved away
