Page 90 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

without a phone.

What was once a great moment has turned into a bleak and dire

situation very quickly.

“I don’t have mine, either.” Percy groans as he wipes his face with his

palms. “It’s going to be okay, Leah. We will be alright.”

I nod, though I hardly believe it. “How are we going to get out?”

“Do you have a saw or something in here? Maybe we can break the

door.”

I shudder at the thought. “I don’t want to hurt my dad’s garage,

Percy. I can’t afford to fix the door once we break it to get out.

Someone could just walk in here while I’m sleeping and…”

“Okay, okay,” he breathes, kneeling before me as I panic in the front

seat of the classic car. “It’s going to be fine. We’re not dying or

anything, darling. We’re just stuck for now.”

“How long for? What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know, but there’s stuff to drink in here. I turned off the oven

inside the house, so we’re good there.”

My brows furrow. “What were you making?”

“I was going to make you dinner because you skipped lunch and

breakfast today. Your plate is on the countertop waiting for you.”

My stomach growls, and I caress my belly at the thought of just

kicking down the door and getting out of here. But I can’t bring

myself to that extreme. I want this place to remain the way he left it.

Then again, we might freeze in here if we don’t figure out how to get

out.

“I have band practice in the morning,” Percy blurts, relief washing

over his face. “When they get to the bar, don’t see me there, they will

figure I’m over here and come looking. They can just open the door

from the outside, right?”

“Yeah, they can. That should work. Okay… we’re going to be okay.”

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