Erector Set
Ellora's Cave
January 2012
On Sale: January 13, 2012
Featuring: Vanessa (Ness) Bowen; Josh McCann
80 pages ISBN: 1419938401 EAN: 9781419938405 Kindle: B006X0JUOS e-Book Add to Wish List
"Yeah, hi," he said when a male voice answered. "This is
Josh McCann. Did you guys tow a..." He looked at Ness.
"White BMW," she told him. "With navy interior. One day
old," she added, anxiety edging her voice.
Josh repeated the information into the phone. "Okay,
thanks. Uh huh. Hold on." He pressed a button on his phone,
pulled out a slim stylus and wrote something down. "Got it.
We'll take care of it."
He disconnected and shoved the phone back in his pocket.
"Well?" Ness looked to be more in control of herself
even with anxiety written all over her face.
"They towed it. About an hour ago." He looked at her
curiously. "Were you in the restaurant? Why didn't you give
it to the valet?"
She tucked her hair behind her ear. "Because I've
already had one car demolished a couple of weeks ago and I
was hoping to last another twenty four hours before getting
a second one dinged. I thought it would be a lot safer
here."
"Were you in there with friends?" He felt like he was
digging the information out of her. "Where did they go? Can
one of them take you to get your car?"
She sighed, fiddling with her hair again. "It was a
business dinner. I can't ask a client to take me to pick up
my car that got towed. Anyway, he's gone."
"Not friends. A client."
He looked at her cast then back at her face, one eyebrow
raised.
She straightened her shoulders, trying to make herself
taller. "My broken ankle has nothing to do with my ability
to conduct business. I don't talk with my foot."
Josh swallowed a smile.
"Well, that kind of leaves you in a predicament, doesn't
it?"
She did that straightening thing with her body again, as
if somehow she'd grow another six inches. "I am perfectly
capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much."
"Really?"
"Yes. Really." She clearly put as much indignation into
the words as she could. She needed to get her game face
back on.
"Could have fooled me."
"Besides, I've bothered you enough. I'll just go on into
the restaurant and they can call a taxi for me."
She turned and began to clump her way back down the
sidewalk, shoving his handkerchief in her pocket.
"Hold it." Josh reached out to take her arm. "Hold it a
minute, will you? You don't need a cab. I'll take you. And
it's really not a bother."
How many times had he said that in his life?
Excerpt from Erected by Desiree Holt All rights reserved by publisher and author
© 2003-2024