Page 10 of Pelvic Flaws

“Katie?”

“Oh, Dex,” she gasped. “Thank God. Do you think you could help me push this piece of shit to the side of the road please?”

I looked back at the line of cars behind her and felt the need to go kick every damn one of them. Could they not see she’d broken down and needed help? Fuckers.

“Sure, darlin’. You take it out of gear and steer towards the side of the road.”

“Don’t you need me to help push?” she asked, unfastening her belt.

“You stay there. I’ll be one minute.” I winked at her and held up a finger, before turning and going back to the little douche I’d spoken to.

“Hey you,” I said, as he lowered his window on my insistence. “Get your ass out of that car and help me push the lady’s broken down vehicle out of the way.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” I growled. “About time you used the manners I’m sure your momma taught you.”

I strode away, expecting him to follow me; if he didn’t I’d be back, banging on his window. When I heard a car door slam, I knew I’d succeeded.

As we reached Katie’s car, I nodded for him to take the rear end while I pushed from the front passenger side. To be fair to him, he just nodded and moved to the trunk.

“Katie, darlin’,” I said through the window. “You wanna open the passenger window so I can push from that side.”

She nodded and rolled down the window while I walked around the front of the car. When I got to my position, I threw the douche a glare.

“You should have fucking offered to do this before now.”

He looked as though he was going to say something, but evidently changed his mind and turned to put his hands on the car. I knew he’d probably hurt his back doing it that way, but there was no way I was going to tell him – muscular pain was the least he deserved.

Within a couple of minutes we had Katie’s car parked up at the side of the road on a grass verge, allowing the traffic to continue on past. The douche didn’t hang around, but jogged back to his car without saying anything.

“Thank you so much,” Katie said, sounding pretty stressed. “It just died on me and everyone kept beeping and shouting obscenities at me. I did try and push it myself, but it wouldn’t budge.”

“You didn’t have it in gear did you?” I asked with a laugh, breathing a little heavy from the strain.

Katie’s eyes widened as she sucked on her bottom lip.

“I was kidding. Please tell me you didn’t.”

“I think I did,” she groaned and burst out laughing. “Oh God, I’m such a dick at times.”

I let out a deep chuckle and shook my head. “I’m not sure that’s what I’d call you, but you sure do seem to have trouble follow you around.”

She gave me a cute grin and a shrug. “What can I say?”

As cars continued to drive past us, I suddenly remembered Debbie was in my car, which was also creating a hazard.

“Do you have roadside assistance?” I asked.

Katie winced. “No.”

“Let me go move my car and I’ll be back. I’ll get you home and help arrange something for yours.”

“Honestly,” Katie said, reaching out for my hand. “It’s fine. You go, I’ll call my ex-husband.”

I had no idea why, but the thought of her calling her ex made me feel a little uneasy. Perhaps it was the Southern gentleman in me not wanting to leave a job half-done, or maybe it was that I liked the feel of her delicate hand on mine.

“No way, I wouldn’t be comfortable leaving you. Just give me a few.”

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