Fritos? She was bribing the dam animal with corn chips? Somehow it seemed to be working, though. The stupid goat had stopped ramming his car. It was going to cost a fortune and take a lot of time to repair the damage the goat had done to the vehicle. He wondered if Lottie would like to help him. She liked cars, so she might like the chance to get her hands on a classic.
He was grateful when she came to help him back to the car. He was fine to walk, but he liked feeling her hands on him. Her grip was gentle, but he could feel her strength. He was really regretting wearing a shirt with long sleeves. Vidar really wanted to feel her touch him.
Vidar walked slowly to the passenger side of the Porsche. He could probably drive if he had to, but it would be better if Lottie took them back down the mountain. It wasn’t that he was still in pain, that had subsided, he was just still very, very angry. That stupid animal had ruined his car and wasn’t doing much to help his date, either.
He had just slipped into the passenger seat when he heard the sound of something scraping against metal. He looked back to see what the goat was doing now. He could sweat the beast had a smug expression on its face. Vidar closed his eyes, trying to keep his temper in check. It wasn’t working. It was time to live up to his role as god of revenge. He got back out of the car and faced down his foe.