Chapter thirty two

Vanessa P.O.V

Vanessa effortlessly heaved my suitcases into the back of his black SUV.So much for running from my troubles. Now they were giving me a lift.I gave a last forlorn glance at my car as the tow truck driver loaded it onto his rig. He handed me a card. “Don’t worry, ma’am. We’re taking it to Savage Body, one of the best repair shops in East Avenue . It’ll be up and running before you know it.”

I thanked him and gave my poor car one last miserable look. I’d come so close, halfway over the bridge, with only a few more blocks to go. I’d pushed the car over its limit to cross the finish line, and it wasn’t any wonder that it had conked out.

Sometimes you ran so fast, you wound up tripping over your own feet and landing on your face. That was me in a nutshell.

I sighed and hopped into Vanesa's vehicle. I didn’t dare ask him about his keys, or where he’d gotten an SUV to chase me with. A sliver of guilt tugged at me. He could get new keys made, right?

He climbed in the vehicle an