How to Save a Life by Amber Nation Page A

Sheridan."
    It looked as if she was mulling over the information that Brock had just given her, which was more or less the same exact thing I had told her before.
    “Ok, this will work. Thank you, both of you." I was honestly shocked that she would thank me, maybe things wouldn’t be so hard to repair after all. She turned around and went straight back to my truck and climbed in.
    She wouldn’t let me help her in anymore. No matter if it was uncomfortable climbing into the truck with a broken ankle, she was doing it herself. The days of the idle touches were now just a distant memory.
    “Hey man, what’s going on?"Brock spoke, which pulled me from my memory of the weeks prior.
    “Oh, hey. Just thought I’d come and work on the tranny a bit since I had some free time."
    I could’ve honestly had more of it accomplished, but I was pussy footing around. I didn’t want Sheridan to not have to be dependent on me anymore, not that she asked much of me anyways.
    If her car were up and running, then she could leave Brown County, and I wasn’t ready for that to happen yet, if at all.
    He came out from around the Dodge Durango that he was working on.
    “Is that Ethan Bradley’s?" Ethan was a Sheriff Deputy for Brown County, all around good guy.
    “Yeah, his air conditioner was acting up, just needed a charge really. He wanted me to go ahead and change the oil in it and rotate the tires since it was already in here, easy stuff."
    I nodded my head just to show him that I was partially listening at least.
    “Hey, how are things going at home with Sheridan? Y’all still tip-toeing around each other?"
    “Yeah, I really fucked up. Things are strained at best. I honestly don’t know how to fix them."
    “I don’t think she was trying to come off as rude, she really doesn’t strike me as the type. Now, is she someone to give you hell and bust your balls, absolutely, but I don’t think her demeanor meant being disrespectful. Perhaps she’s just cautious. I mean really she is right, y’all don’t know each other, and maybe these feelings of attraction are new for her. I think she’s been burned just like you and isn’t used to people being nice to her."
    I was perpetually dumfounded, he sounded as if he had personally spoken with her.
    “How do you know all of this? You speak as if you’ve had a private conversation with her. Her attraction towards me? I’m fucking lost." I said as I let out a long drawn out sigh and rested my hands on my hips.
    “When y’all were here just a few weeks ago, I did talk to her, dumbass. When you went to the bathroom, I went out to the truck and talked to her. I didn’t want her sitting in the truck all by herself."
    “That couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, what all did you get out of her?" I was intrigued. He knew her for all of five minutes and he knew more apparently than I did. Granted, I only knew her about ten minutes longer.
    “Not much, and what I did get I’m not repeating. You’ll get her full story when you earn it. So stop being an asshole and earn it. How is her foot doing?"
    I shrugged my shoulders, because really his guess was as good as mine. “Fine I guess. She is cleaning and cooking nonstop. I haven’t had to lift a finger at home since she’s been there. I’m sure she needs to take it easy, but since she isn’t working, and I’m not accepting any money, she wants to help in her own way. She is an amazing cook, my God. Half the time I am reheating up the meal she makes because there is really no rhyme or reason to what time I come in the door, and usually it’s late enough to where I eat and then head to bed. But even reheating it, it’s the best things I’ve ever eaten.
    “Oh and get this, I was out on the patio the other morning, she came out to make coffee for herself, and made mine too. It kind of astounded me, because Erin never ever took the initiative to make me coffee. Sheridan had made me coffee one time before and she’d remembered