Mr. Wrong Read Free

if they need their batteries changed so I can pretend like I’m helping them—oh, and then I steal them away. Yep, I go to all that trouble. Opposed to just stealing them away in the first place.”
    She folded her arms, clearly not amused.
    He blew out his breath. “Look, I know what it’s like to be some place you don’t know very well and need help.”
    “I don’t even know you.”
    Beau put his hands up. “What do you want to know?”
    She shrugged. “Well, you seem to know a lot about types that wait or don’t wait for missionaries—are you a member? Did you serve a mission? How old are you?”
    He s norted. She cut to the chase fast. He could appreciate that. “Yes, I am a member. Yes, I served a mission. I am twenty-four.” He paused and reached for his wallet. “Do you want to see my license as proof?”
    Sara bit her lip.
    “ Sara, is that you?”
    T wo older people walked toward them.
    The man stepped forward. “I thought you were already gone.”
    Beau looked at Sara. She stood completely still.
    “H-hey.” It came out of her like a strangled frog.
    The man frowned at Beau. “Is everything okay?”
    Sara coughed and nodded.
    Beau noted that these people obviously knew her. They could take over. “Her battery’s dead.” He offered.
    The man didn’t say anything .
    Sara let out a gulp laugh. It sounded strange. “Um, this is my cousin, Beau. He’s going to help me. So we’re good. Thanks.”
    Cousin?
    The man cocked an eyebrow like he didn’t believe her.
    Beau took the cue. He moved next to her and slipped an arm across her shoulders. “Yeah. We’re good. This is what I like to do—save a cousin in need.”
    Sara tensed but kept her smile in place.
    The woman gave a dangerously evil look to Sara and then she reached for the man. “It seems like they’ve got things handled here, Howard. We better get on the road.”
    The man hesitated. “You sure?”
    Sara laughed. A clearly fake laugh. “Yep, I am so lucky that he lives here.”
    The man le t out a sigh and then moved in sync with the woman. “Okay then.”
    Sara watched them go.
    Beau smelled a lemony fragrance on her. He pulled his arm back. He didn’t want to notice her fragrance.
    Sara turned to him. Her face resigned. “I’ll take that help now.”
    Beau grinned. “Good. I like my victims compliant.”
     
    Chapter 4
     
    Beau drove down the interstate and let out another light chuckle.
    Sara gritted her teeth and reminded herself that she was grateful for his help. “Are we almost there?”
    Beau pulled off of the freeway and turned into a small hardware store. “Just like I said, less than fifteen minutes.”
    Sara moved to get out.
    Beau relaxed into his seat and held up his hand. “I just have one question for you, why the cousin?”
    Sara paused, pulling the door shut and trying to keep her emotions in check. He had played along. He probably did deserve an answer. “They don’t like me, and I didn’t want his dad to feel obligated to help me.”
    Beau put on a wide-eyed face. “No. It shocks me they don’t like you. You’re so . . . so . . . likeable.”
    Sara didn’t appreciate his sarcasm. “Ya know—you’re no picnic yourself.”
    Beau sighed and let out another laugh. “Oh, c’mon, tell your cousin what ails you.”
    Sara cocked her head to the side, hating him at the moment. “You’re a pig.”
    Beau laughed even harder. “I’m just teasing you. Seriously, what is the deal?” He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “I got all day.”
    “All day—coming from Mr. ‘ doesn’t it drive you crazy everyone thinks their life is more important’?”
    He wagged his finger at her and laughed even harder. “No, no, no. Now that you made me your cousin, all my previous sins are forgiven.”
    Letting out her breath, she reluctantly acquiesced. Her father always told her she needed to forgive faster. “Fine, but you need to take back your assessment that I’m that type of girl.”
    Beau shook