Curse your awful luck. You were forced to attend your cousin’s stupid wedding, and had to drive all the way there because you hated airplanes… and of course, your car broke down in the middle of the night. Lovely. Luckily (or perhaps unluckily with hindsight), a guy driving a truck found you… Bo Sinclair. He stopped and got out of the truck, looking at you with raised brow.

“Car broke down?”