“Come on, Doug, it’s freaking freezing!” Gwen’s teeth chattered as she dug her hands deeper into her armpits. My dad was right. He’s an idiot.
“It won’t be much longer… I almost have it…” With a creaking crack, the hubcap popped off and Doug fell backwards into a puddle. “Shit! I don’t need this!”
Gwen rolled her eyes. She’d tried to be gentle, but she didn’t have time for a guy who couldn’t change a flat tire without calling someone. Stepping forward, she picked up the tire iron and motioned toward the car.
“Go. Get warm.”
“I’ve got this.”