“Can I help you change it? I'd hate to see you ruin that pretty dress.” He thought my dress was pretty? I bit back a smile. “I can handle it. I wouldn't want us both being late to work.” He glanced at his watch. “If we work on it together, I bet we can get there on time.” Everything in me screamed that I needed to be independent. That I didn't want him to see me as any more of a charity case than he probably already did. But then Mara’s words came to mind. Let him choose his intentions. “If you're sure,” I finally said. His grin was crooked as he stepped closer to me, taking the tire iron. “My
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