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Chapter Four
ОглавлениеJared stood watching her for a moment longer, thinking that Elizabeth’s car was just being temperamental. Some older models seemed to take their own sweet time starting up.
He was still waiting to hear her engine make the proper noises as he made his way back to the uncooperative Thunderbird.
“Problem?” he asked.
Elizabeth’s frown deepened as she pumped the gas pedal one more time and turned her key. Still nothing. She was also afraid that she was going to wind up flooding the engine.
Frustrated, she sank back in her seat. “Not if I don’t mind spending the night in the parking lot,” she responded.
Moving to the front of her vehicle, Jared looked down at her headlights and said, “Turn on your lights.”
She had no idea how that was going to help anything, but at this point she was willing to try anything. Shrugging, she did as he instructed.
“Now what?” she asked.
There wasn’t so much as a glimmer in either headlight.
The phrase “dead as a doornail” came to mind as he frowned at the vehicle.
“Now nothing, I’m afraid,” he told her. “Looks like your battery’s dead.”
Undaunted, she said hopefully, “Maybe we can jump it.” She slid out from behind the wheel. “I’ve got jumper cables in my trunk.”
Jared looked at her in surprise. He thought of that as being rather responsible for someone her age. He doubted if his sister even knew what jumper cables were. Experience taught you things like that.
“I take it this has happened before,” he assumed.
She inclined her head and made a vague gesture he couldn’t begin to interpret. “Once or twice. Or five,” she muttered under her breath.
He still heard it. “All right, I’ll go bring my car around and see what I can do.”
But apparently, at least on the outset, he could do nothing—although it certainly wasn’t for lack of trying.
Jared aligned his vehicle so that the two cars were literally nose to nose in the lot. Elizabeth took it from there. He was amazed at how expertly, not to mention quickly, she managed to hook up her car’s battery to his.
“Start yours first,” she urged as she got in behind the steering wheel in her car.
When the other engine hummed to life, Elizabeth pressed down on the gas pedal and turned the key, mentally crossing her fingers. She might as well not have bothered.