Lydia walked a little farther, then turned to glance at Jack, who was trailing behind her, completely covered in mud. “So, where’s the car?”
Jack gave her a sheepish grin and ran a hand through his muddy hair. “About that… I got lost on the way, then it started pouring, and the car got stuck in a mud pit. I couldn’t get it out, so I hitched a ride into the village on some old guy’s tractor.”
Lydia just stared at him. No wonder he looked like this. Honestly, she wasn’t much better off herself. If Jack was a mud monster, she was a drenched mess.
“How far did you leave it?” she asked.
Jack hesitated. “Uh… probably… more than ten kilometers? Maybe a bit more…” His voice trailed off and he looked anywhere but at her.
Jack quickly tried to fix things. “Miss, maybe we should wait a bit and see if any cars come by heading to the city?”
But it was late, raining hard, and in a mountain village like this, everyone was probably already home and asleep. Getting a ride was going to be tough. Lydia actually had a motorcycle, but it was back at the Smiths’.
“Let’s just walk,” she said.
They walked in silence for about ten minutes, rain soaking through their clothes, until suddenly car headlights appeared behind them.
Jack perked up. “Miss, there’s a car!” He started waving his arms, but the black luxury sedan barely slowed down as it sped past, horn blaring. The tires sent up a huge spray of muddy water, soaking both of them from head to toe.
Lydia closed her eyes and sighed.
Jack wiped his face with his sleeve and grumbled, “Just because you drive a Rolls-Royce doesn’t mean you own the road.” He paused, then frowned. “Wait, a Rolls-Royce?”


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