“Um, hi,” I finally stutter out. “I’m Jenna. My car got a flat, and I’m kind of stranded.” I give a soft laugh, hoping he might quirk a smile or something, but he just keeps giving me that hard look of his.

“You don’t have a spare?”

“No.” I roll my eyes at the pickle I’ve gotten myself into. “Stupid, I know, but there you have it. I have a flat and no spare.”

“Very stupid,” he agrees, and I wince a little at his words. “And what the hell ...