I turned quickly. A stranger was standing behind the fence. He was tall, fit, and fresh-faced. He was too clean for someone standing near my busted Toyota at 7 a.m.
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“I’m late and she’s rebelling.”
“I’m Alex. New neighbor, I can give you a lift, if you don’t mind. My van’s parked just over there.”
I looked around. No other options. Just that man, or tears over my hood.
“If your van runs,” I said with a shaky laugh, “you’re mine forever.”
Alex gave us a ride to daycare. He didn’t talk too much. Just offered to drop me off at the office, too. I nodded in quiet disbelief.
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That evening, as I returned home, ready to melt into the sofa, I spotted a familiar-looking back hunched under my car’s open hood.
Alex!
