Married to a powerful businessman feared all-over Portland, Mia Kingston has a reputation to uphold. As the CEO of MK, her own lingerie brand, everyone believes she has everything, including the perfect marriage most women envy.
She's beautiful, s...
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I don't remember how long it has passed since I shut my eyes. The silence, the scent of wilderness, and the sharp breeze through the driver's door are what wake me from my unpleasant nap.
"Red," I breathe with difficulty, my eyelids heavy and stressed.
But I can't see him even when I try my best to clear my sight. I'm all alone in the car, and we're no longer moving. Fear strikes through me like sharp blade in the flesh. Where is he? Why did he stop the car?
I immediately unbuckle my seatbelt, my gaze wandering to the front, to the right, to the left, and when I'm free from the seatbelt my eyes are onto the back windshield.
"Red?" I call frantically while clutching the door handle to make a speedy exit. "Red?" I call again, seeing no sign of his presence at all.
Please, God, not again! It's only yesterday he fought a gang to save me.
"Red?" I yell again, panting so heavily while looking around.
The highway breeze blows my little shirtdress and a few loose strands of my hair, and green trees are waltzing at either side of the road. I realize I'm in the middle of nowhere.
Stranded?
Red's leather jacket is still on the driver's seat. I squint my eyes at the capricious sun rays piercing through the thickness of the tree branches. It's probably four in the afternoon.
"God, where are you, Red?" I brace myself and try to relax. "Re—"
A screeching sound coming from under the car interrupts my voice. My gaze falls down and relief fills me when he slides out and rises up to his feet from the back side, holding a spanner and a wrench.
"Sorry, I—" He pauses when I throw myself toward him and wrap my arms around him.
"Oh, thank God! I thought something happened!" I close my eyes and hug him tightly, relieved to see him safe and sound.
His heart pounds as fast as mine, but he doesn't flex a muscle as what I'm doing right now is probably a very unprofessional gesture that has caught him completely off-guard.
Now get a grip, Mia!
"Sorry, I . . ." I draw myself back to gather the lost composure. "What happened?" I quiz, giving him a level look.
The white V-neck shirt holding his brawny chest perfectly is now stained with grease. I guess he was checking the engine. My fear falls back to my groin and something else preoccupies my mind. How does he look attractive in every situation, huh?
"We have a breakdown," he says coolly, looking worried.
"Flat tire?" I thought Billy had the car checked just last week.
He nods. "And oil leak."
"Oil leak? How come?" I scowl.
His lips twist into a hard line, as though he's got something to say but he's debating on whether to do it or not. He then looks up at me with an eased expression that reduces the tension.
