How did I find myself sitting shotgun of a black ‘67 Chevy Impala with my brother’s best friend?It all started when I was heading to Jacksonville, NC to be a bridesmaid at my baby sister’s wedding. My car broke down on the freeway and the universe hates me and likes to watch me suffer. Because twenty minutes after I called a tow, the rumble of a 327 V-8 engine sent a shiver down my spine and a smile on my face.Until Dominic steps out of the car and a scowl replaces my smile. He’s the bane of my existence, the thorn in my side, and the pain in my neck. He thinks he’s God’s gift to women, but he was only put on Earth to piss me off. The last person I would travel half a day with would be him.Will my sanity be destroyed or will a little understanding cause a spark to ignite as we are forced to spend half a day in a car together?