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Jenny Albright’s gas tank runs as dry as her luck in the Nevada desert. Then Navy SEAL Garrett “Itch” Erickson swoops in to rescue her, her young son and their beagle pup.
Although the stranded single mom is reluctant to accept help from a stranger, befriending the Good Samaritan SEAL might be the best decision Jenny’s made in the past seventy-two hours.
Whether Jenny is a victim of circumstance or a woman on the run, Garrett sees his past in her son’s future and it doesn’t look good. But does his offer to marry Jenny—until she lands on her feet—come from a sense of duty or the need to be rescued himself?
“Come on, come on,...” Jenny Albright coaxed the old Ford Fairlane off the road and coasted to the nearest pump at the Fernley 76 off US Alternate 50. It seemed inevitable both her gas tank and her luck would run dry in the Nevada desert.
More precisely, her luck had run out seven years ago along with Josh’s father. Which was nothing compared to losing her job, home and sense of security all in one day.
Six dollars and twenty-one cents.
The total sum of everything she had left in this world.
Except for Josh. Jenny set the car in park and stole a glance at her sleeping six-year-old son and his beagle curled up on the backseat among what was left of their material possessions.
Dark lashes fluttered against flushed cheeks. She leaned over the seat and brushed the hair from his forehead. Buster shifted against her boy with a protective puppy sigh Jenny felt all the way to her soul.
They’d never had much, but as she inventoried what was left; a garbage bag full of dirty clothes, a laundry basket filled with toys, and an overnight bag packed with a few essentials, she felt beyond despair.
Jenny counted the change again from the dumped contents of her purse on the seat beside her. Four crumpled dollar bills and $2.21 in change--mostly pennies.
At the last rest stop they’d made a game out of searching ashtrays, floor boards, seat cushions for anything they could find. That’s all they’d come up with. Now as she tallied the last of their limited funds, it didn’t seem like much of a game.
Josh hadn’t eaten all day. She hadn’t eaten since she couldn’t remember when--maybe since before they’d left Colorado. But they’d coasted in on fumes and the nearest city and hope of a decent paying job was still some thirty-five miles up I-80.
“Well, that’s it then...” She’d put five dollars in the tank and hope it would get them that far. The rest would go toward finding something to fill Josh’s tummy. Since she’d caught her son sharing his last sandwich with Buster, she knew the pup already had her fair share.
Jenny got out and pumped gas, quickly rolling over her limit. “Darn it.” She hung up the nozzle. Like everything else about their current circumstance there was nothing she could do except pay the price.
She felt a pang of maternal guilt as she cracked the window and locked Josh in the car with Buster. She’d be able to keep an eye on him through the convenience store’s plate glass windows. If she woke him now he’d wander the store wanting what he couldn’t have. That seemed crueler somehow.
A dollar and change would only go so far.
Once inside she realized just how impossible the stretch. Maybe they’d get lucky and find a grocery store handing out free samples since today was Sunday. That was one of the reasons she shopped during the busy weekends back home. Her paycheck had never kept them in style, but at least it put a roof over their heads. As it stood, she’d spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder. Jenny settled on a pint of milk as having the most nutritional bang for her buck, chocolate because it would at least seem like a treat to Josh.
“After you,” a masculine voice insisted as they stepped toward the register together. He wore jeans and a denim shirt to go with that rugged sound.
“Thank you.” Jenny glanced in his direction, but avoided eye contact. He didn’t exactly smile back, but he had nice even teeth and she thought maybe brown eyes shaded by a ball cap with some sort of eagle emblem and ST-11 stitched across it. She had no idea what that meant.
“Five, oh-six in gas?” the middle-aged clerk asked, punching in the number when she nodded.
“And this.” She set the milk on the counter. “Are you hiring by any chance?” The panic button around his neck might have given her pause if she wasn’t so desperate.
He looked her up and down. “Nope.”
She covered her disappointment with a thin smile as he scanned the milk. It rang up $1.19. She could have sworn the posted sign read $1.09. She should make him check. Even though a dime wasn’t going to make or break her--she was already broken--and holding up the line.
Jenny put her money on the counter.
“Sorry,” she said as the clerk counted out the change and took four cents from the take a penny, leave a penny tray. Bumping into the man behind her in an attempt to flee the embarrassment, she apologized again, “Sorry.”
On her way out the door, she stopped to pick up a nickel from the floor near the slot machines. She considered taking a chance, but didn’t like her odds. Instead, she returned to the counter with as much dignity as possible and dropped the nickel into the tray. She would have left it at that, but she had a penny coming so she took it.
Garrett Erickson watched the woman as he set his Mountain Dew down at the check out counter. She’d picked up a banana several times while shopping and each time put it back in the basket. She probably couldn’t afford the overpriced fruit. Who could? She was too thin to be pretty, didn’t even fill out her loose fitting jeans, but there was something about her...
“That gonna do it?” the clerk asked.
Garrett grabbed a couple apples and a banana, and then added candy to the mix. Thanks to impulse marketing, he could spend several more dollars within easy reach of the cash register. Although, he had no idea how he’d get the waif to take the handout.
Garrett exited the store directly behind her with his bag full of impulse buys. As he stuffed change into his pocket he let a twenty dollar bill flutter to the ground.
“Ma’am,” he called after her. “You dropped this.”
Just as she turned, he stooped to pick it up.
She took a hesitant step toward him, saw the amount and backed off.
“Somebody did. You’re the only other person here right now. Take it.”
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