“Mr. Walsh—”
He places his hand on his chest as he interrupts me. “Please, call me Finn.”
“Finn… could you please refrain from implying I’m somehow flirting or that there is anything going on here other than a ride? You’re making me uneasy.”
“Understood. I’ll try to control myself.”
I lift up into his seat and he tries to close the door behind me. I hold out my hand to stop him, giving him a look he seems to understand. He backs away and allows me to close it myself.
Once he’s inside, he presses a button and the car roars to life. He pushes his seat belt into the lock and leans inward to check that I’m wearing mine. He points toward it. “We can go whenever you’re ready.”
There’s something insanely attractive about the way he’s looking at me. I’m taken aback by my sudden reaction to him, so I turn away to buckle my seat belt.
As we drive out of the parking garage, I glance back at my lonely car and pray there’s an inexpensive, quick fix. I’m not meant to be a passenger. I like being in control and not having it right now may send me over the edge.
