Peach's tone was hard. If she weren't the one at fault, her attitude would have been even less polite.
Austin Thorne met her gaze and unhurriedly raised an eyebrow. "Call the police."
"Call the police? Are you kidding? Just say how much you want, or we can get your car fixed for you."
"Either call the police, or have Laura Lowell come down and talk to me herself."
Leaning against his car door with one hand in his pocket, Austin Thorne's gaze involuntarily drifted back to her car.
The cars blocked behind them had already driven around and continued on their way.
Peach was so frustrated she wanted to kick him, but since he was the one who'd been hit, he had every right to call the police.
To avoid any more unnecessary trouble, Peach could only grit her teeth and bear it.
She turned, walked over to the car, and opened the back door. "LoriaLaura, I hit that huge scumbag Austin Thorne's car. He says either we call the police, or you have to get out and talk to him in person."
