Mr.Right

At many points in my life, I've blurted out words and later realized I should have kept them to myself. Even if it meant choking on them.

This is one of those situations.

But the words are already out in the open and all I can do now is face whatever Maverick says next. The only problem is, he's not saying anything.

"Erm... This is- This is the part where you tell me what you think about what I just said." I break the uncomfortable silence.

"I know." He runs his hand over his face before dropping it into his lap. "It's just... Allowing you to stay at my house was the biggest favor I could ever do for you. I didn't know it would come with extra tasks. 'Help you become a woman'? What does that even mean?"

His words slice through me like a sword and I feel like I'm a nothing once more.

"You think this is a task? Am I bothering you?" My voice doesn't sound steady and he seems to notice this because his eyes soften.

"That's not what I meant."

"But that's what you were implying," I press.

"Stop reading obscure meanings in everything I say."

"So are you agreeing to help me?" I know I'm being stubborn right now, but I can't seem to help it.

He shakes his head. "I never said that."

"So you won't help me."

"Oh, April! Look, I never said that either."

I begin to feel annoyed. "Then what are you saying?"

causes us to flinch apart. The car's headlights shine brightly into the night and I can see the person in the

of the window. He's middle-aged, with

My car's battery went dead and we've been looking for help for hours. Is there any chance you're headed

St. Paul, since it's the closest place from

from the chair like a jack-in-a-box and Maverick opens the car door for me.

tug at Maverick's sleeve once we're at the back seat of the car, feeling the hum of the engine beneath

a kidnapper?" I ask quietly, scanning every nook and cranny, with

stares out of the window. "How optimistic of you

sure if

can calm down. He's a military man." Maverick nods his head in the direction of the passenger's

on it and I give a sigh of

young lady," says the man in the driver's seat, catching sight of my expression.

the British slang he uses as it sounds so foreign to

as soon as I get home." I try to mimic

nods seriously. "You should definitely get some sleep after this. It's enough

your uncle*!" I say, in the

erupts from Maverick but the man doesn't seem to notice. He's focused back

as two out of ten," Maverick says in an

That's a pretty low rating for an

at me for a moment before we both burst out laughing, getting a

British man was right, though. Halfway to Minneapolis, I was already dozing off, resting my head on the window, which kept vibrating as the car hit several

he drops us off at

to happen to your car? We left it back there," I say as Maverick and

walks ahead of me while I follow, hugging my jacket close to my body as I kick at the snow on the ground. Kicking at snow - that's another habit

I hesitate as my