Rory turned to look at Max. She’d most definitely learned from her mistakes. Grown from them. But . . . had she been forgiven for them?
The old -couple got into their SUV and drove off. Rory helped Max gather the few tools he’d used.
“Get in the truck,” he said. “I’ve got this.”
She stubbornly went to the back of the truck with him to put the tools away. They both leaned in, reaching out to close the toolbox at the same time, their faces close, their hands colliding. She took in the scent of him, some sort of innately sexy guy soap. He hadn’t shaved that morning and the sight of the stubble on his strong jaw had a funny slide going through her belly.
Suddenly he appeared to realize how close their faces were and jerked back. “Get out of the snow,” he said.
He was just as covered in it as she. In fact, every inch of his jacket was layered in fresh powder. “Right back at you,” she said.
Reaching out, he ran a hand over her head and shoulders, brushing snow from her, an action that had the quiver in her belly heading south.
She didn’t want to feel anything for him, she really didn’t, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. A low sound that came horrifying close to a moan escaped her and Max stilled.
God. He’d heard and now her humiliation was complete—-
“Get in the truck and out of this weather,” he repeated, his voice still low and rough but somehow softer. “Please.”
She drew in a surprised breath at that. She wasn’t used to the “please,” not from him anyway. She nodded and left him alone.
Two minutes later he’d joined her and Carl in the truck and . . .
The engine wouldn’t start.
Chapter Five
“SHIT,” MAX SAID after a few more tries. He leaned back, frustration in every line of his body.
“What’s wrong?” Rory asked, afraid she already knew.
“Dead battery.” He shook his head. “I was going to give the truck an overhaul this week with my dad and that’s one of the things I was going to replace. I think the frigid temps finished her off.”
Rory looked at the time. Eleven thirty. On Christmas Eve, no less. Not good, not good at all, but she tried not to panic.
And failed miserably.
“So . . . what now?” she asked in what she hoped was a casual voice.
He glanced over at her as if maybe she’d given away her panic regardless. He pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. “Still no cell ser-vice,” he said in disgust. “I’m going to have to flag someone down for a jump--start.”
She had no idea how long that would take but it surely wasn’t going to be quick and her heart sank. Getting home by dawn wasn’t looking good, but surely someone would stop. She looked out into the night.
Not another vehicle in sight.
It was like they were on Mars.
Use the past to fix the now . . . The woman’s words floated around in her head and it came to her that maybe this trip could be about more than just making up with her family. She could make up with Max. If he’d let her. “Max?”
“Yeah?”
“Did Cindy break up with you after I turned in the video?” she asked. “Is that why you’re mad at me?”
Max leaned forward and knocked his head against his steering wheel several times.
“Look,” she said softly. “I’m sorry. And I should’ve said that a long time ago. The video . . . it wasn’t about you—-”
Head still down, he snorted.
“It wasn’t,” she insisted.
Max shook his head, straightened, and slid out of the truck.
No doubt to get away from her.
Standing there in the glare of the headlights, legs spread, feet solidly planted against the wind and snow, he looked tough as hell.
But so was she, she reminded herself.
So she got out and stood next to him.
“What are you doing?” He had to raise his voice to be heard over the wind. “Get back inside.”
She couldn’t. She had to know; it was killing her. “What did I cost you, Max?”
He shoved his hands into his pockets. He was watching the highway, clearly willing a car to come along that he could flag down. But there was no one but her.
“Max, please,” she said. “Just tell me.”
He inhaled deeply. “Cindy got suspended,” he said. “A hand slap, considering. They didn’t know it was me in the tape but I had to—-” He shook his head. “We’d already moved on from each other but I still couldn’t not say anything . . . ”
She wasn’t going to like this story, she could tell. “You came forward,” she guessed.
He shrugged, like there’d been no other option.
How had she not seen that coming? No way would a guy like Max let a girl take all the blame for something he’d been involved in as well.
“And then I was suspended too,” he said.
“Oh, Max,” she breathed. “I’m so sorry.”