Brooke’s POVMy old sedan made a horrible coughing sound and then just died right there on the empty backroad. The sun was already going down, and everything around me looked dark and creepy. My heart started beating super fast. I grabbed my phone, but the signal kept dropping. With shaking fingers, I searched for the nearest garage and called the only number that popped up.“Jax’s Garage,” a deep, rough voice answered. It sounded like it belonged to someone who didn’t take crap from anyone.“Hi, um, my car just broke down on Route 17. Can you help me?” I asked, trying not to sound as scared as I felt.There was a short pause. “Stay put, I’ll come tow you in. What’s your name?”“Brooke,” I said quickly. “I’m twenty two. Please hurry.”“Jax here. I’ll be there soon.” He hung up before I could say anything else.I waited in the car, hugging my arms around myself. My short sundress felt way too thin now that the air was getting cold. About twenty minutes later, bright headlights cut thro
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