Calling Love: A Contemporary Christian Romance (Modern Conveniences Book 2) by Leah Atwood

called Sean.” At the look on Archer’s face, she instantly regretted bringing his name into the conversation.
    His brows shot up, his face contorted into a scowl. “Call me first. I’m your husband.”
    Was he jealous of Sean? She hadn’t taken him as that type. “Only on paper, and I did call you first. The only reason I would have called Sean was so I didn’t inconvenience you.”
    “You could never be an inconvenience, Madison.” His features softened, and he lifted a finger to tuck a wisp of hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry if I acted all caveman a few seconds ago, but seriously, don’t hesitate to call. Especially with car problems.”
    Must. Find. A. Distraction. “I’m ready for the day to be over.”
    “Rough one?”
    “You have no idea. Work was horrendous. I was already late for dinner at Anna’s, and now the flat.” Her phone rang from the car. “Speaking of, that’s probably Anna.”
    “Which tire is it? I’ll change it out so you can be on your way.”
    “Front passenger.”
    He opened the metal tool box spanning the width of the truck bed. “Spare in the trunk?”
    Nodding, she turned and grabbed her phone through the still-open door. It stopped ringing when she picked it up. Missed call from Anna flashed on screen. Reluctantly, she called her back.
    “Where are you?” Anna screeched into the phone. “Why didn’t you call? I would have sent Paul.”
    Her laugh erupted before she could squash her amusement. “At work, and you know Paul has many great qualities, but he can barely change a light bulb, let alone a tire.”
    “I’ll grant you that, but still…. Do you need me to call anyone?”
    “It’s under control. I should be on my way in a matter of minutes.” She paced, unconsciously moving to the opposite side of the car. 
    Her gaze focused on Archer as he adeptly changed the tire. The pitter patter of attraction became full-fledged footsteps. It wasn’t that he could change a tire—that was a common skill—but that he’d come without hesitation, didn’t treat her as an inconvenience as her father had to her mother so many times during their marriage.
    “Earth to Madison, are you still there?” Anna’s voice cut into her musings.
    “Yes, sorry. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
    “Okay. I’ll see you soon. We’re all waiting.”
    Sliding her phone into her pocket, she walked to Archer. “Do you see anything to cause it?”
    He rolled the tire off the axle. “The tread is gone.” Pointing to a bald spot, he said, “Look here. You can see the bands coming through.”
    “I guess there’s no patching that?”
    “No. You’ll need a new one.”
    She wrinkled her nose. “Me and these car problems lately.”
    “I’m pretty sure I have the tire you need in stock. Can you come by tomorrow?”
    “Yes. What time?”
    “Does ten work?”
    “How much will it cost?” Thank goodness it was the first of the month. Her paycheck hit her bank account last night, and she’d be able to eat the cost without dipping into savings.
    “Nothing.”
    She crossed her arms and scowled. “I can’t take it for free.”
    “Considering what you’ve done for me, let me do this.” He grabbed the spare. “Plus, I should have noticed the wear when your car was in for the rear wheel.”
    “I won’t win this argument, will I?”
    Shaking his head, he smirked. “No.”
    “If you won’t let me pay, at least join me tonight at Anna’s.”
    “I can’t impose on your family.”
    “It’s not an imposition. Anna makes enough to feed an army.” And I want you to come .
    “How will you explain me?” Squatting down, he lifted the spare onto the axle.
    “I’ll tell her you’re a friend who came to my rescue.” And much more. “And that’s the truth.”
    He chuckled, then proceeded to screw back on the lug nuts. “You have a deal.”
    A few minutes later, he completed the job. He stood up and brushed his greasy hands. Strode to the toolbox and withdrew an orange