he’d first met Megan Ford. What was it about her that stirred him?
Other than her beauty. Her body. Her smile. Her sad story. Her selflessness. Her family.
He shook his head. He could go on listing things he liked about her forever.
“You won’t look at my car?”
“What? Of course, I will. I said I would.”
“But you were shaking your head no.”
He smiled at her, barely restraining the urge to drop a kiss on her soft lips. “I was thinking about something else. I’ll go look at your car right now.”
“Thank you,” she said, offering him that special smile again.
He almost stumbled in his hurry to move away before he forgot why he should.
“I’ll be outside.”
She nodded.
He turned his back and rushed outside, taking a deep breath of the spring night air.
Then he moved to the economy sedan she drove. Like he was a mechanic. Well, he could at least look at it. He knew a little about cars.
She’d left the keys in the ignition. He slipped behind the wheel and turned them, just in case she’d been wrong. No such luck.
He reached down and released the hood and got out of the car. With the porch light on, he thought he’d be able to see well enough to tell if the damage was something he could handle.
Propping up the hood, he scanned the motor. Then his gaze reached the battery.
Bingo.
The negative battery wire was disconnected. He frowned. Why would that happen? Driving on a rough road wouldn’t pull the wire loose. It probably required a wrench to loosen it.
Which meant the damage was deliberate.
A sinking feeling settled in his stomach.
It looked like the matchmakers were at work again.
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