Nick leant against the bumper of the car as Stephen stuck his head under the hood and Connor hovered in the background. Stephen emerged with his face red from the heat and grease and grime streaked on his hands and lower arms. He wrinkled his nose at his hands and stepped back.
"The head gasket is blown. We're not going anywhere without help."
Nick sighed and glanced around the deserted road before pulling his cell phone out and turning away to call for a tow. He growled in frustration as he hung up and looked at the others.
"It'll be at least a few hours before they can get to us."
Stephen scowled before hoisting himself up onto the now closed bonnet; he leant back a little against the warm metal and glanced at them.
"So, what is there to do in the middle of nowhere?"
Connor's eyes flicked up to meet him and he smiled coyly. Stephen grinned and his eyes flicked to Nick before returning to Connor and raising his eyebrow. Connor just smiled secretly.
Nick saw Connor and Stephen looking at each other and when they turned towards him he saw the look in their eyes and his stomach flipped and he shook his head at them.
"No."
His only answer was matching mischievous grins as they moved towards him.