John POV

John turned up the radio as he drove in the darkness. It was around eleven o'clock at night and he had been driving for almost an hour. He wasn't in a very good mood and the endless driving wasn't exactly fun. The past three nights, he had stayed in a nearby motel to get a break from driving. He hadn't really gone out much, mostly because he didn't want to run into a certain someone. He still wasn't over seeing Savannah. After she had left the pier, he cursed himself. Not because they ran into each other, but because of the affect his treacherous body let him have on her. He didn't want to have feelings for her. It only made it harder for him to move on. He knew her very well, and it killed him to know that she was probably waiting by the phone for him to call. But he decided it was best that he didn't call her. The last thing he wanted was to be reminded again of what he lost.

He shook his head and turned up the radio some more, until the music was practically drowning out his own thoughts. The next hour flew by until he felt the truck bounce for a second. He slowed down, thinking that he hit something, but when he looked in his rearview mirror, he didn't see anything on the road. He continued driving until he heard a noise that sounded like it was coming from the truck. He drove a little more to see if he could ignore it, but he couldn't. He sighed and pulled over to the side of the road. Before he got out, he grabbed a flashlight from underneath his seat and went to look in the hood.

His face was engulfed with smoke as he tried to get a clear look inside. Even with the help of the flashlight, it was still dark and he couldn't really see. From what he could detect, it seemed like something was loose. As he was turning around to go back in the car to find some tools, a pair of bright headlights shined in his eyes. Soon, a woman walked out with a flashlight of her own.

"Hey, do you need some help?" she asked.

John looked at the smokey hood. "Um, no. I think I can handle it. But thanks for asking."

The woman kept walking towards him. "Oh, so you're one of those, 'I'll do it myself' type of guys." She said, taking a look inside the hood. John looked at her. "Actually, yes. So what?"

She nodded and put her hand on her hip. "Well, that's going to change today. From what I can see, it looks like you've got some problems with your engine. It's pretty dark, so you won't be able to see too far in there. I'm assuming you don't have some spare oil in your car." She pointed up to the sky. "And it looks like it's going to rain."

John looked up and scoffed. "It's not going to-" He was cut off as a few drops fell on his arm.

"Enough said. So it's up to you, I can call a tow truck service I know, or you can stand out here and have fun in the rain with your jacked up car. Your choice."

John clenched his teeth, feeling his temper rise. He already wasn't in the best mood, and the way this woman was talking to him wasn't making things any easier. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He looked at her through the rain that was falling harder each minute.

"Okay, I'll take that as a yes." She walked over a few steps and pulled out her phone before dialing a number. Meanwhile, John sat inside his car to avoid the rain. After she was done, she walked back to her car and sat inside while they both waited for the tow truck. It was about a one and a half hour wait before the truck appeared and parked right in front of John's car. After the women greeted the driver he talked to John and explained that the shop was in Huntersville and told him the towing price. John paid him right then and the driver hoisted John's car onto the truck.

"Okay, I'm going to get this to the shop and see what we can do." He said. The women smiled and shook his hand. "Okay, thanks Andy."

The man then looked at John. "Where exactly are you headed?"

"I was actually on my way to Wilmington." John explained.

"Sorry, I can't take you all the way out there. Only to the shop or around that area."

"Well, I'm headed to Lenoir. I can give you a ride around there if you want." The woman said.

"I just came from there and I prefer not to go back."

She looked up at the sky. "Well, you don't really have a choice. The rain is coming back and it's probably going to be harder than before. Either Huntersville or Lenoir. Take your pick."

John contemplated this and reluctantly went along with her. She gestured to her car and he sat in the passenger seat while she talked with the driver for a few minutes. Afterwards, she got in the car and pulled back onto the road.

Tim POV

"So how's everything going with Jeremy?" Mia asked.

"Great. You know we're working on a business. Not completely decided yet." Tim said.

"That's great. You guys have always worked so well together." She poured herself another cup of tea from the kettle that sat on the table.

As Tim was sitting at a local coffee shop, she spotted him and they both spent the past hour talking and catching up. Mia was an old friend he knew since he was a teenager. After high school, they had lost touch when she temporarily moved to Florida to be with a sick family member. He had recently heard she was back but never had a chance to see her. He couldn't hide the surprise he had on his face when she first walked up to him.

She looked down at his hand. "So you're married. Who's the lucky girl?"

"You know her. It's Savannah."

Mia smiled. "Savannah Curtis? Or Savannah Wheddon, I suppose."

"Yup. We're coming up on our four year anniversary."

"Wow, I always knew you liked her. I just never thought you guys would even date, let alone get married. When did all this happen?"

"Around the time when my parents passed away." He watched as her facial expression changed just as it did when he told her half an hour ago.

"Again, I'm so sorry about that."

"It's ok. It's not like you had anything to do with it. But it helped in a way. Without that happening, I probably wouldn't have married Savannah." Tim put his head down and looked into his mug of tea. He knew how right he was when he said that. After his parents had passed away, she was the one person that was there for him all the time. Of course, he had other friends that gave him someone to talk once in a while, but she was the one that always answered his calls and would talk to him all night if he needed her to.

He knew he was lucky. Not just that she fell in love with him, but that she chose him. Even though it would've been a while before John would be home, she still picked him. He knew how much she loved him. He would be her shoulder to cry on whenever she missed him, which was very often. Whenever he would tell old friends they were married, they wouldn't only be surprised, but so would he. He had been crazy about her for years and never thought he would have the courage to let her know that. But when they had their darkest days and they were both completely vulnerable, it was easy to express that to her.

The past three years had been incredible. They had their own little family, with her, himself, and Alan of course. The way she treated him made things even better and he was grateful every day that he had her. Of course he wanted a family of his own and expressed that to her many times. Savannah was always very vocal about wanting children. She had been that way since they were little kids. But he sometimes felt that she was a little hesitant. Whenever he would bring it up, she wasn't as excited as she had been about it when they younger or even in the first year or two of their marriage. He didn't know why, but it worried him a little.

"So when can I expect a little one?" Mia asked, interrupting his thoughts.

"Oh, we're actually trying now. Whenever it happens, I guess."

Mia drank the last of her tea. "Well, that's great." She looked at her watch. "I'd love to stay, but I have somewhere I need to get to and it's getting pretty late. I should get going." They exchanged phone numbers and she left, leaving Tim by himself.

John POV

John rolled down the window of the car. He felt the chilly night air blow against his face. "You haven't told me your name, you know."

The woman briefly glanced at him before putting her eyes back on the road. "You haven't asked."

"So I have to ask? I thought it was common courtesy. You came up to me, remember? Most people would have said, 'Hi, I'm so and so.' or something like that."

She smirked at him and turned up the radio. "Well, I'm not most people." She drove for a few minutes before speaking again. "Besides, you've been kind of standoffish. I sense that you aren't really appreciating my help."

John snorted. "And what if I'm not?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "It doesn't matter. I didn't help so that you'd appreciate it. I helped because it was the right thing to do." She turned up the radio some more and John took that as his cue to be quiet.

The rest of the drive was silent and as they pulled into Lenoir, she turned the music down. "Okay, where are you headed?"

"Just take me to the motel, it's a couple of blocks away. It'll be on your left."

She nodded and drove to where he told her to. Once they reached the motel, she pulled over to the side and drove into the parking lot. John felt a little awkward. Considering that their time together wasn't exactly pleasant, he wasn't sure a 'thank you, you're a lifesaver' was appropriate. As if she read his mind, she spoke. "Don't worry, you don't have to thank me, even though you were kind of a jerk."

John smirked. "Fine then, I won't." He grabbed his things from the back of the car and made his way to the front of the motel. The woman pulled out of the parking lot and drove past him on her way out. She rolled down the window and said, loud enough that he could hear. "You're welcome."

John sighed as he plopped down on his bed. He felt awful. He had been a complete jerk the entire night just because he was feeling confused about his own life. He made a quick promise to himself that if he saw that woman again, he would apologize to her. But he thought about why he acted that way. It had less to do with being upset about his car and more to do with Savannah. He didn't want to face the fact that she was back in his life. It had been three days since he'd seen her and she was probably feeling bad that he hadn't called. But he knew Savannah, and she probably would've tried to get in contact with him sooner or later. Either by showing up at his father's house in Wilmington or trying to get his number. He was just afraid. Afraid to face the fact that she moved on. It killed him more each day. But he knew that he would have to do it sooner or later. Not for Savannah's sake, for his own. Just to have closure.

He reached into his bag and pulled out the wrinkled piece of paper before dialing the number on his phone. After a few rings, she answered. "Hey, Savannah. It's me, John."

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