here on Main Street. Randy will give you a free estimate." "Free?" "No charge." Her eyes narrowed. "Why are you doing this?" Something about her tugged at his heart as he managed to grin. "I'm a nice guy." Her suspect expression melted. "I guess you are." Quinn had to look away to stop his pulse from racing. "It's on my way home." He eyed his SUV's damage, his heart sinking. "I'll follow you to keep an eye on your trunk. If it pops up, pull over." Her shoulders lifted in a sigh. "Thanks." She rotated her wrist and looked at her watch. "I'll be late getting home. I should call my son." A son. Blurred memories raced through his mind. She delved into her handbag, pulled out a cell phone and pressed a couple of buttons. Though he stepped back, her voice reached him. "Bran. This is Mom." She pressed her lips together as she listened. "You want to what?" The corners of her mouth pulled down. "Okay, but be home by eight. No later and no excuses." Quinn's lungs constricted as the boy's baritone voice murmured from her cell phone so like his son's. "No. I'm running a little late. I didn't want you to worry." She paused as if ready to disconnect. Instead she pulled the phone back to her ear. "Did you take your pills?" She nodded. "Good. Now remember. Eight o'clock. And no excuses, Brandon." She clicked off and slipped the phone into her handbag. Quinn