Page 20 of The Best Is Yet to Come

She opened the trunk, and Pete unloaded the bags as they discussed the weather and the homecoming dance.

“Thanks, Pete.”

“Glad to help, Ms. Goodwin. I hope I’m in one of your classes next year.”

“Me, too,” she answered, and opened the driver’s-side door, more than eager to get home and settle in for the evening.

“Ms. Goodwin.” Pete stood in front of her vehicle and frowned.

“Is something the matter?” she asked.

He nodded. “It looks like you’ve got a flat tire.”