She leaned through the window to glance at the dashboard, giving me a glimpse down her shirt. “Need some help?” I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, trying to block out the image of her impressive cleavage. That was the last thing I needed to deal with right now. Maybe if I waited a minute, everything would be fixed when I opened my eyes. The van would work, and Alexis would be gone. Or, even better, Becca would be standing there instead of Alexis. I held my breath and waited for a miracle. “Where are you going, anyway?” she asked. “Aren’t you on soon?” She was still there. The eyes-closed plan was a total fail. Damn. “Not until 10:30. Our bassist is missing and I need to track her down, but our fucking van won’t start.” I tried it again, hoping the fifth time would be the charm, but it just made that pathetic sound. I considered popping the hood and checking the engine, but I’d have no clue what to look for.
