Bed of Roses (Bride Quartet #2)(10)

That got a laugh out of him. "Good one. Did you call for road service?"

"I'm going to, but I thought I should at least look in there in case it was something simple and obvious. Why don't they make what's in there simple and obvious for people who drive cars?"

"Why do flowers have strange Latin names nobody can pronounce? These are questions. Let me take a look." He held out a hand for the flashlight. "Jesus, Emma, you're freezing."

"I'd have worn something warmer if I'd known I'd end up standing on the side of the road in the middle of the stupid night in a snowstorm."

"It's barely snowing." He stripped off his jacket, passed it to her.

"Thanks."

She bundled into it while he bent under the hood. "When's the last time you had this serviced?"

"I don't know. Some time."

He glanced back at her, a dry look out of smoky gray eyes. "Some time looks to have been the other side of never. Your battery cables are corroded."

"What does that mean?" She stepped up, stuck her head under the hood along with him. "Can you fix it?"



       
         
       
        

"I can . . ."

He turned his head toward her, and she turned hers toward him. All he could see were those brown velvet eyes, and for a moment, he simply lost the power of speech.

"What?" she said, and her breath whispered warm over his lips.

"What?" What the hell was he doing? He leaned back, out of the danger zone. "What . . . What I can do is give you a jump that should get you home."

"Oh. Okay. Good. That's good."

"Then you've got to get this thing in for service."

"Absolutely. First thing. Promise."

Her voice jumped a bit and reminded him it was cold. "Go ahead and get in the car, and I'll hook it up. Don't start it, don't touch anything in there, until I tell you."

He pulled his car around so it was nose-to-nose with hers. As he got his jumper cables, she got out of the car again. "I want to see what you do," she explained. "In case I ever have to do it."

"Okay. Jumper cables, batteries. You have your positive and your negative. You don't want to get them mixed up because if you hook them up wrong you'll-"

He clamped one onto the battery, then made a strangling noise and began to shake. Instead of squealing, she laughed and smacked his arm. "Idiot. I have brothers. I know your games."

"Your brothers should've shown you how to jump-start a car."

"I think they sort of did, but I ignored them. I have a set of those in the trunk, along with other emergency stuff. But I never had to use any of it. Under yours is shinier than mine," she added as she frowned at his engine.

"I suspect the pit of hell is shinier than yours."

She puffed out a breath. "Now that I've seen it, I can't argue."

"Get in, turn it over."

"Turn what over? Kidding," she said.

"Ha. If and when it starts, don't turn it off."

"Got it." In the car, she held up crossed fingers, turned the key. The engine coughed, hacked-made him wince-then rumbled to life.

She stuck her head out the window and beamed at him. "It worked!"

He had an errant thought that with that much power, her smile could have sparked a hundred dead batteries. "We'll let it juice up a few minutes, then I'll follow you home."

"You don't have to do that. It's out of your way."

"I'll follow you home so I know you didn't conk out on the way."

"Thanks, Jack. God knows how long I'd've been out here if you hadn't come along. I was cursing myself for going to that damn party when all I wanted to do tonight was zone out with a movie and go to bed early." 

"So why'd you go?"

"Because I'm weak." She shrugged. "Sam really didn't want to go alone, and, well, I like a party, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to meet him there and hang out for an hour."

"Uh-huh. How'd it work out with him and the blonde?"

"Sorry?"

"The blonde you palmed him off on."

"I didn't palm him off." Her gaze slid away, then rolled back to his. "Okay, I did, but only because I thought they'd like each other. Which they did. I'd've considered that good deed worth coming out tonight. Except I ended up broken down on the side of the road. It seems unfair. And mildly embarrassing since you noticed."

"On the contrary, I was impressed. That and the salsa were my favorite parts of the evening. I'm going to take the cables off. Let's see if she holds a charge. If we're good, wait until I'm in my car before you pull out."