Page 89 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

He continues to pull the gate down until it hits the floor, and I shake

my head in exasperation. When he turns, he catches my face.

“What?”

“The door locks if you push it all the way down. It’s okay, though, the

main door still works. I’ll just have to jimmy the lock on the outside

to get it up again.” I push the door open to the garage, only I feel

resistance instead of feeling the door push open. My heart falls. “Oh,

shit.”

Percy joins me, pushing against the door, only to watch him fail as

well. “These are the only two doors, aren’t they?”

I nod. “Unfortunately, yes.”

“So… we’re stuck.”

“Yes, we are.”

OUR HONEST TRUTH

Leah

I turn off the car, knowing the fumes could kill us in this tight space

but fearing the only way out will be to drive through the garage door.

My stomach fills with jitters, and I hiss a breath, falling into the front

seat of the car where the cold air of the Arkansas wind licks my

surface.

“It’s going to be okay,” Percy says, coming to caress my cheek. “It’s

fine, darling. We can just call someone. Do you have your phone?”

I swallow hard, patting my pockets down until I come back with no

good news. “Well, small issue.”

“What now?”

“I left it inside.”

He shakes his head, running his hands over his jeans. I wonder

briefly when he changed out of his pajamas and into normal clothes,

but I think the morning passed me by without letting me know it.

Now, it’s later in the day, and we’re trapped in this garage together

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