I turn it over.
“?‘Property of Lewis Conley.’?”
“It even rhymes!” he says gleefully.
I’m finding it hard not to crack a smile, but there’s no way I’m giving him the satisfaction. I pull on my candy-pink trainee T-shirt and fasten my seat belt.
“So hot.” He bites down on his fist.
“One more word, and I’m using it to strangle you.”
“It actually does suit you—IknewI should’ve gotten the matching cap.”
“I guess there’s always next Christmas.”
“If you play your cards right, I might get you the head-to-toe look.” He claps his hands together. “Okay, let’s do this. Baby’s first trip.”
“I’ve been looking forward to this all morning.”
“That’s the spirit, Firebird.”
I’m expecting to feel the way I usually do in a passenger seat—awkward and weirdly embarrassed. But with Lewis next to me, I’m buzzing. Plus, there’s the sexy elephant in the room. I have no idea where we’re headed together—guess I’m just a passenger in more ways than one.
He slots his phone into its holder, swipes the screen, and pulls up the app.
“Remember what I showed you the other day? This is where you flag that you’re open to requests. Add a shift start and end time, and the app automatically checks which rides you can take. If a trip is cutting it a little close, it’s redirected to another driver.”
He taps the screen, and a few seconds later, a notification pops up.
“Off we go! See here? We’re picking up SexyBikini a mile away and dropping her off two miles west.”
I curl my lip. “SexyBikini?”
“Don’t be so judgy, Amy. What happened to girl power?”
“I didn’t say anything! Ilovesexy bikinis!”
And I love the way he just glanced at me even more.
“I hope I get that level of passenger, too,” I continue. “GangstaBigGuns, maybe. BareBackJack.”
“What did we say about gangsters, Amy Hitman?”
“Not cool.”
“You’re not relapsing, are you?” He eyes me. “Remember what happened last time you did that?”
I shake my head. “Guess it wasn’t all that memorable. Oh, wait a sec!”
I whip out an imaginary phone and hold it to my ear, and he stares at me, confused.
“You gonna pick up?” I snap. “You said to call you whenever I start spiraling—remember?”
His face brightens and he plays along, waiting a few seconds before he replies.
“You’ve reached the talented Lewis Conley’s office. Leave a message, and I’ll get back to you. For best results, keep it sweet.Beep!”
I clear my throat. “Hey, Dr. Conley. Amy Hitman, here—professional badass. Like we agreed, I’m calling because I want to do bad things. It’s urgent. Call me back.”
