He stepped back, looked at the truck in the ditch, then back at her. His grin told her enough of his thoughts.
She handed him the keys. “Do try. I dare you.”
“If I can get it out you have to buy me coffee.”
“And if you don’t?”
Climbing in he mumbled something like “then I buy”, but she wasn’t sure and let it go. He rolled down the window and told her to give him some space.
Fingers crossed behind her back, she moved far enough from the stuck vehicle to be safe. She heard the engine start. It took him about three tries, then he gave up.
“I would have loved to buy you that coffee,” she said when he was out again. “Thanks for trying anyway.”
He didn’t seem flustered by his failure. Still grinning, he shrugged it away, all the while locking eyes with her. Blue eyes. Way too blue.
“I need to drive back to my office,” he said. “Got some chains there.”
“I don’t want to impose on you.” Carola cringed inside. What a half-baked comment. Had she totally lost it now? “I mean, I’d be really grateful. I don’t know what to do. There is no cell reception.”
He finally let go of her eyes, marched to his parked pickup, and when she didn’t follow he called over his shoulder. “Hop in. No point in catching a cold.”
Get in the car with a stranger? On an empty country road, miles from the next village? No witnesses. A quick city girl film ran through her mind. He would drive her God knows where, do God knows what to her. Leave her dying on a remote stretch of wilderness, cover her with fresh snow that would freeze into a solid mountain overnight. They wouldn’t find her body until spring.
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