"Ridge, I can't."
"Yeah, you can." He kept his eyes on the road. "I'll call Nash tomorrow and tell him to fix it. You don't have to pay me back. You don't owe me anything."
"That's not how this works."
"That's exactly how this works." He pulled over on the side of the road and turned to look at me. "You need your car fixed. I have the money. End of discussion."
"You can't just decide that."
"I already did."
The way he said it. Not mean, but final. Like there was no room for argument.
"Ridge."
"Mira." He leaned closer. "Let me help you. Stop fighting me on this."
"I don't want to owe you."
"You don't. This isn't a loan. This isn't a favor. This is me taking care of something that needs to be taken care of."
I stared at him. That controlling side of him was showing again. The one
