a lie.
Regardless, he had a job to do. He backed out of the driveway, drove to his shop, grabbed the wrecker keys from the office safe and drove to the spot where Madison had said she ran off the road.
Flashing hazard lights greeted him. At least Madison had enough sense to turn on her four-ways and not stand in the middle of the road to wave him down. He’d lost count of the number of people who didn’t have the sense to stay out of a dark country road.
After he pulled halfway off the road and hopped down, a redhead greeted him. “Thanks for getting here so quickly. I’m Madison, but I’m sure you’ve figured that out already.”
He couldn’t help but smile at her friendly personality. “Archer Reeves.” Turning on a flashlight, he shined it on her vehicle. When the light landed on her rear wheel, he stepped closer and examined it further.
“How bad is it?”
“You did some damage, all right.” He crouched down and angled the flashlight so that the stream of light went behind the wheel. “Your axle is bent.” Turning his head toward her, he saw her bite down on her bottom lip.
“What does that mean for my car?”
“It’s not drivable as is. I can pull you out, but you’ll need a ride home.” Standing up, he brushed a hand against his jeans then stepped out of the muck.
“I don’t have a regular mechanic.” She tucked a hair behind her ear, and he noticed she wore no band on her ring finger. “Would you be able to fix it?”
“Yes, but it will take a few days.”
“That will have to be fine. I think my insurance covers rentals.” Madison inhaled deeply. “I guess I’ll have to call them in the morning and get an adjuster out. Any chance the repair is less than the deductible?”
He glanced back at her car. “I can’t give you a quote until I get it into the shop, but unless your deductible is in the thousands, probably not.”
“There goes my summer vacation fund.” She sighed and gave him an embarrassed shrug. “I got a speeding ticket last fall and with this added, my insurance will go through the roof.”
“Tough luck.” A car approached, slowed down, and a male passenger asked if they needed any help, but Archer let him know the situation was under control. “Do you have anyone you can call to pick you up?”
Madison looked at her watch and scrunched her face. “I’m sure someone can.”
“You can wait in the cab and make calls if you want.”
“My feet are all muddy.”
Archer laughed. “That truck has seen much worse, I assure you.”
“Thank you.”
She walked away, and his eyes followed her until she was in the passenger seat of the tow truck. Once the door closed, he attached the winch cable to Madison’s car and several minutes later climbed into the front seat.
A frustrated scowl pulled on Madison’s features. “No one is answering.”
Bracing both hands against the steering wheel, he asked, “Where do you live?”
“Ten minutes east of here, in Briarwood subdivision.”
“I can drop you off before I take your car to my shop.”
“Thank you.” She dropped her phone into her purse. “I’d really appreciate it.”
“All part of the job.” Archer grabbed the clipboard from the overhead console and handed it to Madison. “I just need you to fill out these papers. The first is for tonight’s bill and the second is to grant me permission to take your car to the shop and do repairs.”
A shapely brow arched. “You’ll let me know how much the repair will cost before beginning, right?”
“Absolutely.”
Her neck bent and she read the papers. A few seconds later, her eyes shot upward to him. “You don’t accept credit cards?”
“Not for towing.”
She dug through her purse. “I don’t have my checkbook with me. When you drop me off, I can run inside real quick.”
“That’s fine.” His hand went to his mouth, stifling a yawn. Gran’s scare this afternoon zapped his energy. He needed sleep, but first he had to finish this