“Because I don’t need you or my brothers to handle things I can do myself. As you can see, I have everything under control.”

Jo climbed out of the tow truck, going to the back and getting the heavy chains. The men stood there gaping as the woman hooked the car up and then pressed a button that slowly started pulling the car out of the ditch. When the car was once again on firm pavement, she unhooked the chains, placing them back in the truck.

Jo went to her truck and grabbed her clipboard before coming back to Rachel.

“That’ll be sixty, Rachel.”

Rachel started to reach inside the car for her purse, but Cash had already pulled out his wallet. He handed Jo a hundred.

“Just a second and I’ll get your change.”

“That’s okay, keep the change.” Cash smiled.

Rachel watched him suspiciously, yet she saw no interest for the woman on his face.

“Sweet. Thanks.” She slid the hundred into the top pocket of her overall. “See you tomorrow night for dinner, Rachel.”

“Can I come?” Rider quipped. “I know all the best places.”

Jo’s friendly gaze turned frosty as she surveyed Rider from head to toe. “As there are only five places to eat in the whole town, I think we can manage on our own.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

Rachel enjoyed the show of Rider making an ass of himself. Jo was no Holly, to become easily embarrassed or overwhelmed by Rider’s flirtatious behavior.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I do. Bye, Rachel.”

“Bye, Jo.”

Jo ignored the men’s presence, turning on her heel, climbing back into the tow truck, and driving away.

Rider stood frowning as she pulled away. “She’s not very friendly, is she?” he complained.

“Depends,” Rachel said, getting back in her car and rolling her window down.

“On what?”

“On whether you’re a man or woman.”

“That explains it. All the good-looking women are always lesbians,” he said, turning on his heel in disappointment before going back to his bike.

“Is he really that big of an ass?”

“Yes,” Cash admitted, leaning in her window. “You sneaked out again last night.”

Rachel looked down at her hands on the steering wheel. “I wanted to get home to Mag.”

“Then I’ll make sure I get someone to spend the night with her tonight.”

Rachel started to argue but was cut off when his mouth covered hers. “I’ll pick you up at eight.” He walked away without another word.

“I bet being an asshole is a prerequisite to being a Last Rider,” Rachel said to herself as she put her car in drive.

When she finally made it to work without another catastrophe happening, she unlocked the door to the store, coming to a stop; she sensed someone was inside. Swallowing back her fear, she closed the door behind her.

Carefully, she surveyed the room and saw a tiny movement to her left. Sensing fear, she closed the door.

“I know you’re there. Come out, and I won’t call the sheriff.”

Several moments passed before a figure stepped out of hiding behind a rack of clothing. Cal Harris stared at her with both fear and bravado.

“What are you doing in here, Cal?”

She could see the desire to lie to her, but she guessed his pride didn’t outweigh his needs.

“I’m sorry for breaking in. I’ve only been taking what we need. My mom and dad have been laid off and haven’t found jobs yet. They won’t ask for any help…” His voice trailed off in embarrassment.

Rachel blinked back tears. The proud, young man needed help, not her pity. It was for families like his they had opened the church store.

“You’re the one who has been breaking in?”

Cal nodded. “I kept messing with the air conditioner so you would leave the back window unlocked. I would climb in after everyone left.”

“All you had to do was ask,” Rachel gently reprimanded.

“Dad says we can’t take any handouts,” he replied proudly, clearly mimicking his father’s words.

“What did he say about stealing or destroying someone else’s property?”

His red face answered her question.

“Are you going to call Knox?” His bravado hid his discernible fear.

“No, I’m not going to call Knox, on one condition.”

“What?”

“That you take a few items I’ve been trying to get rid of.” Rachel bustled around the room, picking several items she knew Cal’s little sister could use with the warmer weather approaching. She had seen her the other day with her mother.

Picking out some dresses and t-shirts, she made a large bag full of clothes, hoping she was gauging the right size. She critically surveyed Cal, placing several jeans and t-shirts in another bag for him. When she finished that task, she got a large box and began putting grocery staples into it until it was packed to the top. Setting the two bags of clothes on top, she pushed the box on the counter toward Cal.

“Here you go.”

Cal looked like he was going to refuse, so Rachel picked up the telephone with a raised brow. When he picked up the box, she lowered the phone.

“What am I going to tell my parents?”

“Tell them you helped clean the store for me, and I paid you in merchandise.”

He looked relieved at her excuse, obviously wanting to take the items. “Thank you, Rachel. I’m sorry I broke in… I…”

“Come back next Friday, and I’ll have another box ready for you.”

Cal nodded, hesitating, about to say something when the door opened and Lily came in. His expression shuttered and he closed his mouth, leaving.

“I didn’t know his family had applied for aid,” Lily said as she came behind the counter.

“They didn’t.” Rachel told her what had happened, and that she had given him the items from the store.

“You did the right thing. I know his family won’t like it if we offer any help.” Lily bit her lip.

Rachel sat, thinking for a moment, before a solution finally occurred to her. Picking up the phone, she called her cousin; he picked up on the third ring.

“Drake, did you know Cal’s parents both lost their jobs?”

“Jace mentioned it.”

Rachel bit back her anger; Drake required deft handling. “I thought, since Cal was the one to pull Jace out of the lake last summer when he almost drowned, and he was also the one that kept him from getting his ass whipped by half the football team, and he also—”

“Rachel, I get your point. I’ll see what I can do.”

“I’m glad to hear it, cousin. We Porters always pay our debts.”

Drake’s laughter sounded over the phone. “I almost feel sorry for Cash. I’ll take care of it today. Satisfied?”

“Yes, but be discreet,” she clarified.

“Okay. Anything else?” he inquired mockingly.

“Nope. Thanks, Drake.” Rachel hung up, happy her cousin would help out Cal’s family.

Lily smiled at her. “I was going to ask Shade to help them out, but this works out better.”

“Why?” Rachel asked curiously.