“I don’t know how you can help,” I said as I looked back at my dead car. “There’s no repair shop in town. I’m not sure if there’s even a tow truck.”
“Well, lucky for you, I happen to know a thing or two about cars.” Andrew climbed out of his Aston Martin and popped the trunk. “I also take a full toolkit with me wherever I go, just in case.”
I smirked.
“I guess it’s a good thing I waved down Mr. Handyman, then.”
“No, it’s a good thing that Mr. Mechanic saw you on the side of the road and decided to take pity on you.”
He winked at me, and I giggled.
“Touché, Mr. Mechanic.”
Andrew set his toolkit on the ground and started to take off his suit jacket and tie.
“Why don’t you hop down and pop the hood for me?”
“Sure thing.”
I slid down, popped the hood, and then propped it up. By the t
