Someone rapped on the window, and Jenny nearly jumped out of her skin.

“You okay?” came Mitch’s deep voice.

Jenny crumpled the paper into her palm.

He lifted the handle and pulled open her door.

“I’m fine,” said Jenny, hoping he’d accept her answer and go away.

“Car trouble?” he asked.

She shook her head, still staring straight ahead. She just wanted to get home, away from Mitch and away from the humiliating memories of this night.

“I heard you cranking it over. Want me to take a look?”

“It’s fine,” she insisted.

He was silent for a moment. “Are you mad at me?”

“Of course not,” she lied.

“Your car’s broken down, Jenny.”

She closed her eyes for a long moment. “I know. I’m tired. I was going to call a cab.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Pop the hood.”

She turned to look at him. “You’re not exactly dressed for mechanical repairs.”

He glanced down at his pristine white shirt and silk tie. “Good point.” Then he held out his broad hand. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”

Jenny glanced around the parking lot, desperately searching for someone else who could serve as her knight in shining armor. The very last thing in the world she wanted right now was to spend more time in Mitch’s company while he failed to notice the new, improved and sexy Jenny. But nobody else was around to save her.

“I’ll just go back inside,” she began.

“Will you stop?” He reached down and snagged her hand, drawing her gently but firmly from her vehicle.

She grabbed her purse and came steady on her feet just as he slammed the door shut behind her, obviously annoyed. Well, she was annoyed, too. Even if he hadn’t been bowled over by her chic new look, he could have at least complimented something. The hair, the dress, the shoes. But he couldn’t even throw her a crumb.