Page 35 of Trapped with the Werewolf (Mate Hunt 3)

“Hey. What’s up?”

I grimaced.

“Need some food? Or a ride somewhere? Or another set of hands?” Elliot checked.

“A ride, actually,” I admitted. “I went to a movie theater, and when I tried to start my car to leave, it wouldn’t work.”

“Damn, I’m sorry. I can be there in about ten minutes, if that’s alright?”

If it was alright? What was my other option; walk the eight miles back to Rocco’s place?

“That would be perfect. Thank you so much.”

“No thanks required.”

Ten minutes later, Elliot picked me up—with a tow-truck a few minutes behind him.