He lets out a long breath and touches his chest. “Thank God. I didn’t really want to meet my maker today.”
“Even if I were going to haul ass, what makes you think I would be bad at it?”
He’s quiet for a moment as I pull onto the busy street. Chicago traffic is a nightmare. It doesn’t matter what time of day or where you are in the city, it’s always crowded.
“If you say it’s because I’m a woman, I’m going to?—”
“No,” he snaps. “It’s not that. I’m not an asshole.”
I tighten my hold on the steering wheel, loving theway the SUV handles. The tires grip the road, and the heaviness makes me feel like I’m driving a tank. “Then why?”
“Because I don’t trust anyone else’s driving except my own,” he says.
I glance over at him, seeing his hand now on his knee, and his knuckles are white. “I’m an expert driver.”
“Sure,” he mumbles and points out the windshield. “The road.”
I sigh and swing my gaze back to the road in front of us, which I knew was empty since everyone hustled through the light just ahead of us before it could turn red. “I love this uneasy side of you.”
“Sadist.”
“Maybe,” I say with a smirk on my lips. “But you seem so in control and comfortable all the time. It’s nice to see there’s another side of you.”
“It’s hard to be in control when it’s not my hands on the wheel.”
I ignore his statement and focus on the car. “How does she sound to you?”
“She?”
“The SUV.”
“Oh.” He rubs his hand up and down his leg before it stops on his knee again, holding on for dear life. “It sounds great.”
“And she feels right?”
“She feels perfect.”
“I think so too. I’m buying her as long as Randall doesn’t pull some crazy numbers out of nowhere.”
“The deal will be good.”
“I hope so. I don’t want to fall in love with this thing and then have it ripped away from me a few minutes later. I’d be heartbroken.”
“I won’t let it happen. Randall knows the deal.”
I glance his direction and give him a small smile. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to thank you for everything.”
“You’ve done enough.”
“Not really.”
“The garage is a huge job.”
“It is.” And although I don’t mind how much work it is going to be, I’m really doing it so that I can spend more time with him.
I like Oliver. I like everything about him except for his inability to be relaxed in a car with me as the driver. I can see myself with a man like him, and not a single red flag has popped up either.
“Well, let’s head back.”
