He’s irritated enough that I believe him.
Also, yes, I understand why he’s irritated.
It’s me.
I’m the problem.
But seriously—dude wouldn’t be swerving all over the roads in the middle of the night if there wasn’t something wrong. Even if I wasn’t in the car with him.
And I’m positive he didn’t know I was in the car with him.
He was too startled when I sat up for him to have known.
Relatable.
I was startled that I’d finally fallen asleep hard enough to not realize the car was moving. Probably rocked me. I do like sleeping in moving vehicles, and I haven’t slept well in almost a month.
“That’s a relief.” If it’s not a woman and it’s not extortion and he’s not fleeing from a crime—and legit, it’s Oliver, he wouldn’t crime well—then my gut is probably right, and that’sbad. “So, since everything’s on the up-and-up, what’s the plan?”
“None of your business.”
“Oh my god, are you on a secret government mission? Was your dad not in jail at all?Are you a spy?”
He makes another noise, and the car swerves slightly again. “How drunk are you?”
“Totally sober. That’s why I’ve figured out you’re a spy.” He’s so not a spy. I’d bet the last fifty dollars in my bank account on it.
Though since my best friend upstate adopted me when my parents disinherited me not long after Oliver broke up with Margot, I do have more than fifty dollars in my bank account. Bea grew up in a normal family with a normal household budget, and she taught me as well as she taught her brothers.
And thinking about Bea makes me feel even more guilty.
I need to get my phone back.
She’ll freak out if I’m not home like I told her I would be tomorrow.
And she doesn’t need that on top of everything else she’s had going on lately.
“I’m not a spy,” Oliver says through gritted teeth.
“But you’re on a secret mission.”
I should stop.
I should.
But one of the many lessons I’ve learned in my life is that when you annoy someone enough, they’ll eventually spill exactly how they feel.
Or in this case, exactly what he’s doing.
He’ll confirm for me that I do, in fact, know exactly what’s going on.
Would be nice if I still enjoyed this game. I’m honestly annoying myself too right now. Am I—dammit.
I am.
I’m getting old and tired of games.
RIP, Daphne of my youth.
