His head snapped to her, and his blue eyes narrowed. “Sidney, if you think I’m going to leave you out here all alone, then you’re the one who’s crazy. You should know me better than that by now.”

Oh, she did. But he should know her better than that too. In the past, she’d never agreed with him just for the sake of doing so, and she wasn’t about to start now. And just because he wanted her to do something didn’t mean she would actually do it either. “Well, I’m not going to risk coming back to my car sitting on blocks because someone stole my tires. They’re expensive, you know.”

He squinted at her. “If we can’t get the tire off, then how the hell is someone trying to steal it going to?”

Oh. Right. Good point. “Well, I don’t want them to take my entire car.”

“I’m certain we don’t have to worry about that either. The car has a flat tire. It isn’t going anywhere.”

“Yeah, maybe. Unless the car thief has a tow truck.”

Brett rubbed at his temples and groaned, as if a sudden headache was coming on. “Sidney.”

“What?” She shrugged. “I’m just saying.”

Brett smiled with the same adorable lopsided grin she’d always loved so much. “Just get into the truck. It’ll be fine, I promise.”

She sighed. “Okay, fine. But if my car gets stolen before you get back, I’m holding you personally responsible.”

“Yep. I figured as much.”

They picked up all the tools and the space blanket and locked them inside her car before heading to his red GMC pickup. Sidney couldn’t believe she’d been defeated by a stupid lug nut, and she wasn’t necessarily talking about the one on her car. Unfortunately, she had no choice but to accept Brett’s offer…even if she wasn’t all that happy about it.

She hated being this close to him. It was bad enough that his mere proximity set her on edge and had her stomach doing back flips. But his intoxicating scent forced her to hold her breath just to be able to think straight. Even just being back inside his truck stirred up old memories of the last time they’d been together like this. Only, that time, the windows were fogged over, their clothes were on the floorboard, and she was trembling with pleasure as he thrust inside her repeatedly.

Damn lust-filled memories. Although she’d spent the past year trying to forget them—forget him—the vivid recollections still haunted her daily. And being this close to him was only making things worse.

Chapter Two

Brett was seriously annoyed.