Chapter Four
Remy
“Remy?”
“That would be me, sweetheart. Is something wrong with your car?”
Rachel looked away and then leaned her head back against the seat, her eyes sliding sideways to mine again. “I think I have a flat. I just pulled over. I was about to call someone.”
“You think you have a flat?”
“Well, my front right tire was making a whooshing sound. Trust me, I wanted to keep going, but it didn’t seem like the smartest move.”
“Let me check,” I called over my shoulder as I rounded the front of her car. Sure enough, in the soft glow of the blinking hazard lights, I could see her front tire was flat.
I hadn’t realized Rachel had gotten out of the car to follow me around until I straightened and turned back, promptly colliding with her. It was a dark, cold night. Although techn
