inside and buy?" His chest constricted. "Let me." As he opened his wallet to pull out some bills, a blue strand beneath his backseat caught his eye. He reached in and drew out a bungee cord. He held it up. "No need. This will work." Though she'd accepted his help, the woman remained cautious and hadn't given him the hint of a grin even though she'd made him chuckle. Still he'd spotted her smile lines traveling from her full cheeks to her well-shaped lips, the same color as her fingernails. He'd love to see her smile and to ask about the plumbing supplies. Instead, he focused on the situation, winding the cord around the bumper and through the inside workings of the trunk until he secured the lid. "I'll follow you to a body shop." "A body shop?" She closed her eyes, the strain evident on her face. "I have no idea where one is." She shook her head. "I'll?I'll drive home and call a friend." She glanced at her watch. "Lexie should be home." Quinn's jaw slacked, hearing the uncommon name. "Lexie Fox?" She drew back, her eyes widening. "Do you know her?" "She and Ethan are members of my church." Her eyes glazed as if unable to comprehend what he'd said. "Really?" "Really." She gazed at him without a response, her face taut. He rubbed his hands together, sensing he had to do something to relieve her stress. "I'm here. There's a body shop a few blocks from