Page 4 of Wreck Me
With a sigh, she closed her eyes, trying to figure out what to do next. But the more she thought about it, the worse her head pounded.
She should have known that this trek wouldn’t be easy, but she was hoping her luck would turn around. After five years of mingling with Nashville’s elite and old money, Megan had escaped hell—disguised as a McMansion with an open floor plan, a fenced in yard for the dog and kids she never had, and in a neighborhood that would make Pleasantville look downtrodden.
At thirty-two, she hadn’t planned on being in a place in her life where she had a divorce under her belt and could fit everything she owned in the trunk of her car.
But starting over she was, and thanks to her brother, she had a job waiting for her in Florida. As long as she could get there sooner than later, which was looking like a long shot now.
She turned her aching head toward where the wrecker was driving away with Beatrix. Damn, she’d loved that little car. Before the ink was dry on her divorce papers, she’d traded in the BMW roadster that she’d always hated for an almost fifty-year-old, pristine-condition Karmann Ghia. It was cute, sporty, and ran well.
It may have lacked Bluetooth and electric windows, but it had air conditioning and was bought and paid for. It was all hers and she loved it.
Now it was crumpled and sad looking on the flatbed of a tow truck.
When officer hottie—Aidan—got in the SUV, the police radio went off, sending a bolt of pain through her brain. He reached over and turned it down. “Sorry about that. You okay?”
She turned toward the side window and closed her eyes, trying to fight back the nausea. “As good as I can be with a marching band stomping through my head.”
“The clinic is just around the corner. We’ll be there in a minute.”
Silence filled the cabin as he made a U-turn in the middle of the road to take them back toward the square. Now that things had calmed down, she studied him. Really looked at him.
She’d noticed he was attractive before, but she must have really hit her head hard because her vision had to be playing tricks on her. The man sitting next to her looked like he belonged in Hollywood or on the pages ofGQmagazine. She had no clue men that looked like him actually existed in real life outside of La La Land.
And the tactical gear uniform he wore upped the hot factor another notch. Yep, he looked like that hot captain dude in theTransformermovies. Josh something.
With his height and broad shoulders that looked like they could carry the weight of the world without breaking a sweat, he wore the uniform well. Sunglasses covered his eyes, and the black baseball cap with “Sheriff” written in yellow across the front cast a shadow over his face, but the jaw was strong and covered in dark stubble.
Shit, she was a sucker for guys with the right amount of stubble.
She bit back a sigh and looked out the window while they sat in a short line of traffic at a stop sign, watching the town bustle around.
From the historic courthouse in the center of the square that looked like it was the overlord watching the town move about its day to the brick buildings housing everything from a general store to a law office, she’d been instantly charmed by the small town that looked like it belonged in a Hallmark movie.
And she adored there wasn’t a chain or big box store or lodging in sight.
Her hands itched for the camera she’d had to pawn before leaving Nashville.
With the exception of the accident—and she was still trying to figure out what to do next—her stop in Madison Ridge had been enjoyable. She glanced over at the man sitting next to her.
The scenery was some of the best she’d ever seen.
“So you were headed to Florida to visit your brother?”
“Yeah. Well, actually, I’m moving there from Nashville.”
“Moving? In a Karmann Ghia?”
“Yep. Just me and Beatrix.”
Aidan’s brow furrowed. “Who’s Beatrix?”
“My car.”
“You named your car Beatrix?”
“Yeah. You know, fromKill Bill.”
Aidan shook his head, but one side of his mouth lifted. “All right then.”
