“Music of choice?”
“Anything but hard metal and screaming.”
“Do you listen to audiobooks?”
“Love them.”
“Well then”—she drops her arms—“unless you have any questions for me, I think we can be on our way.”
Huh, it was easier to win her over than I expected. Her standards must not be very high.
“Two questions. Is the money thing going to be weird for you? And what are the instructions for these next eight days?”
A smile tugs on the corner of her lip. “Absolutely not. Kind of find it funny. You don’t give off rich snob vibes…especially when going to Target for socks.”
I chuckle. “Not who I am,” I say with a shrug. “And what about the instructions?”
“Let’s discuss in the car.”
“Great.” I move over to her side and open the door for her.
Her eyes travel up my body to my face. She says, “What are you doing?”
“Being a gentleman.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
“I know I don’t need to.” I keep the door open and nod toward the opening. “Come on. Get in.”
Tentatively and skeptically, she maneuvers into the car. When she’s settled, she glances back at me. I smile, and she nervously nods. As I shut her door, it makes me wonder who made her so jaded.
From the quick rundown Mika gave me, I know he met her at Stockings, she moved to the city recently to begin a new chapter in her life, and she’s not a fan of her current job. Given all those factors, I’m wondering what made her run away from the life she was living.
Not something I need to find out right now though.
Once she’s in, I shut the door and then round the front of the Jeep and get in on my side. Once the address is plugged in, we head off.
“I’ve never been in a Jeep Wrangler before,” she says, looking around. “Very utilitarian. Nothing fancy about it.”
“That’s why I like it. It has everything I need without a lot of the fluff.”
“Do you ever take it off-roading?”
“Sometimes,” I say.
“Do you ever scale rocky cliffs like it shows in the Jeep commercials?”
“No,” I answer as I stop at a stop sign and wait for a lady pushing a stroller to walk by. “But I did drive over a trash can once. It was small, but I felt cool doing it.”
“Wow, really living on the edge over there. My fake husband is a genuine thrill seeker.”
I chuckle. “I am. I like doing things like bungee jumping and skydiving.”
“Really?” she asks, surprised.
“Yeah. Why so shocked?”
“Because you’re telling me that you’re bored, hence this current situation. Why don’t you skydive or do more bungee jumping, things like that?”
