Description : Tiger Magic
“No, no, no, no, not today. You can’t do this to me today!”
But the car died anyway. It throbbed onto the shoulder of the empty highway, bucked twice, and gurgled to silence.
“Aw, damn it.” Carly’s four-inch heels landed on the pavement, followed by tanned legs and a tight, white sheath dress. She glared down at the car, the Texas wind tugging her light brown hair out of its careful French braid.
She would have to be wearing white. Carly jammed her hands on her hips and skewered the Corvette with her enraged stare.
Take the ’Vette, her fiancé, Ethan, had said. It’s a big day. You want to make an entrance. She’d been in a hurry to get on her way out of the city to the gallery where she worked, so Ethan had pressed the keys into her hand and pushed her out the door.
Carly had agreed with him—the artist they were showcasing liked classic cars, and he was doing an exclusive with her boss’s gallery in the little town northeast of Austin. Buyers were already lined up. Carly’smission could be enormous.
If she could get there. Carly kicked one of the tires in rage, then danced back. Her shoes were substantial but that still hurt.
Perfect. Ethan could be generous—and he had the filthy richness to do it—but he also forgot little details like making sure cars got tuned up.
“His lazy highness can juste and get me, then.” Carly went around to the passenger side of the car and leaned in through the open window to grab her cell phone from her purse.
Today. This had to happen today. Still bent into the car,...