Pavement

Chloe

I look at the man standing in front of me. His arm muscles pronounced like I've never seen before. He could put a choke hold on me and no way would I escape. His hair a bit long for my liking, but it fit's his style. His green eyes  pierce through me. His shoulders broad, jeans tight around his quads. His bookts expensive. Tattoo's line every inch of his arms but not covering comepletely. His hands huge, my face could fit right into one no problem. I shutter a bit with the thought.

"There's really coyotes out here?" I ask. Why the fuck would I ask that. Of course there are! I'm in bum fuck Minnesota!

"Of course. You're in the middle of farm land. They feed off of mice and rabbits." Devins voice is deep but steady. I feel my heart skip a beat in my chest. I jump alittle bit.

"So you floored it. Do you remember what lights came on? Or did they?"
"The whole dash lit up. And boom. Smoke." I answer. Why the hell can't I just talk instead of saying Boom. Boom this boom that. I shake my head.

"Well looks like she's done for. Did you call your insurance company?" Devin looks past the hood at my breasts then my face. I shiver alittle as his eyes shift from below then up. I look at my phone and flash it at him. "It's dead so no." Devin walks to his bike and lifts up a flap pulling his phone out.

"Here." He hands it to me. His lower arm muscle flexes as he puts the phone towards me. "I don't know the number by heart." I reply taking it from him. "So.. Google it?" His voice gruff and determined. I quickly google State Farm and call their emergency number for towing.

"Hello thank you for calling state farm can I get your name and account number?" A womans voice coo's.

"Chloe Matland, give me a second." I reply I turn to my broken vehicle and open the door. I look at the passenger seat and realize I don't have my purse or wallet. I slam my foot on the pavement.  I look up at Devin as a slight smile forms on his face. I breathe in as the smell of cologne fills my nostrils.

"Hello?" The woman asks.
"Yes sorry, I dont have it. I forgot my wallet at my house." I reply.
"That's fine, what's your address I'll look up your account."
I look down at the pavement and notice a small spot of blood but answer "1456 Pilough Avenue Madison."
"Got it, Okay Ms. Matland so it's for your Jeep, what can I help you with?"
"Well I'm in Minnesota and I broke down I need a tow." I play with my big toe against the pavement.
"I'm sorry Ms Matland. We don't cover out of state towing."
I cringe "What? Why the fuck do I use you guy's then? Why do I pay over a thousand dollars every six months!"
"Ms. Matland I'm sorry."
I hang up on her and shove the phone at Devin. I walk over and grab my shoes and back to the Jeep. Slamming the hood down.

"What happened." Devin asks backing up so I don't slam his fingers in the hood.

"The dumb bitch said they don't cover out of state towing. So I'm royally fucked. In a different state, a dead phone, a blown vehicle, and best of all in the middle of bum fuck Minnesota where theres coyotes!" I yell.

Devin steps closer and I back up. "Stop. I don't know you, thank you for your time, thanks for helping me." I open the jeep door and slam it shut behind me and lock the door. I slam my head on the steering wheel as my horn goes off.

I throw myself back in my seat and beat the horn with my fist. "You peice of shit. I knew I should've got rid of you." A tear streaks down my face.

I look up and see Devin looking at me with that same slight grin.