Opposites Attract by Lacey Wolfe Page A

apartment. Pushing the pedal even more, the car began making some weird noise and then smoke started coming from underneath the hood. What the hell? She pulled over to the side of the road. This wasn’t good. Was the car going to blow up? Did she need to get out?
    Panic set in and the tears started. She knew nothing about cars or what she should be doing right now. Grabbing her purse, she searched through it until she found her cellphone. She opened an app to try and find someone who could help her.
    A rumble shook her car and then the rain pounded the windshield. Shit, she was going to be sitting in this stupid car as the storm hit. Maybe she should just call 911. This was an emergency.
    Adam! Yes, she could call her brother, he was a policeman.
    No, he would laugh at her.
    Scrolling through the results on her phone, she called the mechanic that was closest to her. The sooner they could get there, the better. A man answered on the second ring and after she explained what happened he said he would be out there quickly with his tow truck. Francesca let out a sigh as she hung up.
    Lightening lit the sky, and she prayed like hell there wasn’t a tornado watch going on. In the south, it was always a possibility. And this road was all flat land—no ditch anywhere to take cover. But she wasn’t going to think that way. There wasn’t going to be a tornado.
    The wind picked up and the rain got messy, whipping this way and that. It wasn’t looking good at all. Had she done something horrible that she was being punished for?
    From the rearview mirror she saw a set of bright lights pulling up behind her. Finally, help had arrived. The tow truck drove around her and then backed up slowly in front of her vehicle. Francesca opened the door and went out into the pouring rain, ready to get into the tow truck.
    The driver got out of the truck and Francesca froze. She couldn’t believe who had come to help.
    “Randall.”
     

Chapter 2
     
    Cupping his hands over his eyes so he could see through the downpour, Randy gazed at the beautiful woman. He couldn’t believe that Francesca stood before him. It had been years since he’d seen her. He wasn’t sure this was going to be a happy reunion. They’d been high school sweethearts, and after graduation they went their separate ways—not by his choice.
    He’d moved back to town a year ago, after his father’s death, and had kept up with her from afar. The only thing he really knew about her now was what he heard through the rumor mill, some would call her a ‘gold digger’.
    “Francesca,” he called. “Get out of the rain. Go climb into the truck.”
    But she just stood there, letting the rain drench her. She was a sight to see in the rain. Her clothes hugged her body and he could see all her curves.
    A flash of lightening shot through the sky and the ground shook. Francesca yelped and ran toward his truck and climbed in through the driver side. Walking over to her car, he wished he’d brought help. This storm looked like it was going to get nasty, and quick.
    Another bolt shot through the sky and once again the thunder was loud. There was no way he was getting killed just to load her car up. He could come back for it after the storm. Without a second thought, he jogged to the truck and climbed inside.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “I’m not looking to get killed tonight in this storm. Once it clears, I’ll come back for your car.”
    Francesca bit her bottom lip and then nodded. Good, she wasn’t as cold-hearted as he’d heard. Pulling onto the road, he glanced at her and asked, “Where to?”
    “I’m not too far from here. Just about four miles, and my apartment complex is on the right.”
    “You live in Meadow Creek Apartments?” That apartment complex was the only gated place around and had its own rent-a-cop on duty twenty-four seven. Of course she lived there.
    Francesca rubbed her arms up and down. It dawned on him that she might be chilly in her wet