She bit down on her lip, grinning. “Oh, right.”
I rested my case.
“Okay, listen. I’m going to be completely honest with you. There might be a tiny bit of physical exertion involved in my fun,” she said, measuring the amount between two narrowly spaced fingers. “But don’t you worry, I have my tennis shoes in the trunk.”
“Oh, well, I’m relieved that you’re covered,” I replied. “Now, if your finger measurements are to be believed, I won’t even be breaking a sweat.”
“That’s correct,” she replied, holding my gaze the entire time she lied right to my stinkin’ face.
Damn, I liked this girl.
“You’re a horrible liar,” I replied, laughing.
“I beg to differ. I lie all day long and no one has ever had a problem with it before you.”
I didn’t even know where to begin with that. So many questions. “What do you lie about?”
“You know, a little of everything.”
The way she said it, so matter of factly, made me laugh. Jess was definitely not the stereotypical Quinn girl. She wasn’t a stereotypicalanygirl. I had to assume that if she took one of those DNA tests, the results would come back with a percentage of Bond in her.
“You lie to your ride-share passengers?”
“Sometimes, but this is just a side gig. I mostly lie on my real job.”
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or shake her. “What the hell do you do that has you lying all day long?”
“My duties consist mainly of being the head angel.”
“The what?”
“Inside joke.” She chuckled. “Never mind. I suppose you could say I’m in customer service.”
Was Jess purposefully being vague or did she normally talk in tongues?
“Wait, so… are you lying to me right now?”
She held up her two fingers and again measured a small distance between them. “Only this much.”
“Oh, my god.” I laughed. “I got in the car with Milli Vanilli.”
Jess shrugged. “I’m not holding you hostage, Quinn. You’re free to go at any time.”
Uh-huh, like that was going to happen. If her streak of evil wasn’t enough to keep me strapped in beside her, the matter of having nowhere else to go sealed the deal. Besides, I was perfectly happy in her cramped car. It provided me both immeasurable entertainmentanda place to lick my festering wounds.
“Nah. I like it here,” I said, hooking my fingers behind my head. “I might never leave.”
She smiled. “Is that right?”
I nodded, adding, “Luckily for you, I literally have nothing better to do.”
“Ah.” She sighed, stars twinkling in her liquid brown eyes. “I love being a backup plan.”
“Most girls do,” I agreed.
She laughed, alternating her focus between me and the road. “You’re a quirky guy, Quinn. Definitely not what I would’ve suspected, looking at you.”
I met her curious grin. “I get that a lot.”
