Touched By Angels by Debbie Macomber Page B

want you to know that I don’t appreciate being kept waiting.”
    Roberto straightened and reached for an oil rag; his dark, intense eyes meshed with hers. “I’m not one of your students, Miss Cassidy, so there’s no need to yell.”
    “I was not yelling.” She realized she was and lowered her voice immediately.
    Roberto grinned broadly. “I suppose you’d like to send me to the principal.”
    “Aha!” Her arm flew out and she pointed at him with her index finger, wagging it while she gathered her thoughts. “I thought as much. You blame me because your brother was suspended.”
    “On the contrary. Emilio knows not to fight on school grounds. What is it the law enforcement people are so fond of quoting? Do the crime, pay the time. My brother deserved what he got.”
    “But you blame me?”
    “No, I just wish you’d quit filling my brother’s head with garbage.”
    Brynn clenched her jaw in an effort not to argue. This was the same mine-riddled ground they’d covered earlier. Brynn had no desire to do battle with Roberto a second time.
    From the corner of her eye, she saw her car pull into an empty parking slot in front of the garage.
    “Yo, Miss Cassidy,” Emilio called out. “Your car’s running like a dream.”
    Despite her misgivings, Brynn managed a smile. “If I could please have my bill,” she said with stiff politeness.
    Roberto gestured toward his brother. “Emilio will take care of that.”
    Brynn hesitated before leaving the garage for the small outer office where Emilio stood. Although Roberto had been deliberately rude, she felt obligated to him. “I want you to know I appreciate your help.”
    Involved once again with another vehicle, Roberto didn’t bother to answer. It was almost as if he were ignoring her. His lack of a response to her peace offering offended her pride. Swallowing the small hurt, Brynn brushed the hair from her face.
    “Your car runs like new,” Emilio told her as he stepped behind the cash register. “Roberto asked me to test-drive it around the block. I hope you don’t mind that I let a couple of my posse join me.”
    “Four is more than a couple,” she informed him primly.
    “I know,” the youth said with a flash of pearly white teeth. “But it isn’t every day that we can say we rode in a teacher’s car.”
    Brynn decided it was best to not comment.
    Emilio located the work order for her vehicle and scanned its contents. Brynn had been waiting for this moment, praying that the expense wouldn’t wipe out the meager remainder of her budget for the month. The Escort had well over two hundred thousand miles on it and thus far had been relatively problem free. With the dread building up inside her, she opened her purse and took out her checkbook.
    Something didn’t appear to be right, because Emilio looked up from the bill. “I need to ask Roberto something,” he said, and walked around from behind the counter. In the other room, the two brothers talked in hushed tones.
    Emilio returned, wearing a wide grin. “It’s on the house,” he announced.
    Brynn wasn’t sure she understood. “What do you mean?”
    Pride gleamed in the youth’s dark eyes. “You don’t owe us anything.”
    “But I can’t let you do that. . . .”
    “Roberto insists.”
    Still Brynn argued. “That wouldn’t be right.”
    “It’s a gift, Miss Cassidy,” Emilio said with a deep sigh of frustration. “Didn’t you ever learn you’re not supposed to question someone when they give you a gift? Some lady with manners wrote it up in a book. You read all the time . . . you must have read that.”
    Brynn was uncertain. “Let me at least pay for any parts.”
    “No way.” The teenager held up both hands as though she were holding him up.
    “But carburetors can be expensive.” She didn’t want Roberto absorbing the cost of this.
    “Roberto says he found another carburetor at the junkyard and got it for next to nothing. Besides, he let me do most of the work myself.”