The Lost Sheenan's Bride (Taming of the Sheenans Book 6) by Jane Porter

school and my car battery is dead.”
    “Where exactly are you?”
    “Take the exit on Highway 89 just before Emigrant Gulch, turn left, follow Yellowstone River up a quarter of a mile and you’ll see the little schoolhouse.”
    “I’m leaving now, but keep your phone handy in case I need more directions.”
    Jet hung up, clapped her hands together, and then tucked them into her coat pockets. Harley wouldn’t be happy that Shane was coming to help her, but Jet was glad. He was close. He’d be quick. And best of all, he wouldn’t give her a hard time.

Chapter Six
    J et’s directions were pretty good. In the deepening twilight, Shane spotted the faded red cupola, where a bell must have once hung, topped with a flagpole, minus a flag first, and only spotted Jet standing by her car as he rounded the bend in the road, the road built to accommodate the powerful Yellowstone River, his headlights illuminating her where she stood in front of the school next to her car.
    She waved at him as he turned into the small gravel parking lot, and just seeing her, and that quick smile and happy wave gave him a little pang. The good kind and some of the tension he’d been feeling all day eased.
    She looked cold but cute in her coat and cap and mittens. It was good to see her. She was little, but fierce, and as he slowed and pulled in front of her car, parking hood to hood to better jump her battery, he flashed back to last night, seeing Jet at the dinner table after his run-in with Cormac. She’d stared him down with her fierce teacher glare, so very, very disapproving, and he found himself smiling ruefully. He liked that she’d go toe to toe with him, holding her own, asking him questions, expecting a straight answer.
    He turned off the engine, but left his headlights on as he climbed out. “Hello, trouble maker.”
    She laughed and walked towards him, closing the distance. “Calamity Jane. I know. That’s why I couldn’t call Harley.”
    Shane wrapped an arm around her, giving her a quick hug. “You’re freezing,” he said.
    “Not too bad. But I am glad to see you.”
    “Why didn’t you wait in the school?”
    “I was worried you wouldn’t find me. It’s hard in the dark.”
    “I’d find you anywhere. Don’t ever worry about that.” His gaze met hers and held. “Now pop your hood, let’s get you up and running.”
    While Jet unlatched her hood, he grabbed cables that had come with his rental SUV. When he’d first left college he’d bought a lemon of a car that barely ran and every couple of days he had to jumpstart the damn thing so he made quick work of hooking up the cables to the batteries now.
    Once they were attached, he started his car, and then told her to start hers.
    It took only one adjustment of the clips before her car started right up. “That’s still a good battery,” he said. “By the time you drive home, it should be charged. I wouldn’t turn it off until you get home, though. Were you planning on making any stops?”
    “Not now,” she answered, clapping her gloved hands, warming them. “Thank you so much. You saved me—”
    “I didn’t save you,” he interrupted dryly, removing the cables. “Harley and Brock are not that far.”
    “Yes, but you saved me from another lecture.” She grinned ruefully, and pushed down the hood, locking it. “And I love my sister, I do, but oh, her talks…she can get so serious…and it’s bad enough having Mom and Dad lecture, but add in Harley and it’s too much.”
    “Well, glad I could help then.” He slammed his own hood and tossed the cables into the rear of the SUV. “And we’ll keep this meeting our secret to keep you from getting another scolding.”
    “Fine. It’s a deal. But since you’re here, do you want to see the school?”
    He glanced past her to the little building with the small, wooden front porch with a short unpainted railing, and an equally plain wooden front door flanked by two tall windows to maximize the light. Five