But he reached out, touching my hand to stop me. Just that simple touch sent a jolt of electricity up my arm. His eyes were warm on mine as he said, “If you ever get in trouble like that again, you can call me.” I was about to tell him I had it handled, but he added, “Can I have your phone?” “Why?” I asked, completely confused. “So you can call me next time you’re stopped on the side of the road.” My heart quickened. This was a fantasy—someone like Tyler demanding he cared for me.
