“Actually, it’s a 1969.”
“It’s fire.”
He sweeps a finger over the hood, and I flinch. I’ll have to deal with those smears later. Lucky for him, he whips his hand away before I try to break it.
“You heard of the Campus Drivers?”
“Rings a bell.”
“I don’t think I’ve seen you on our client list.”
I snort. “I don’t need a driver.”
He laughs, and I don’t get it—it’s already December. Why is he only just introducing himself?
“I need to get to class.” I look at him. “Was there something you wanted?”
Like maybe dinner and drinks?
His brown eyes flick between me and my car, and maybe it’s my imagination, but I get the sense he’s undecided about something.
“My friends think you’d make a great Campus Driver.”
I’m sorry—what?
“We’re all seniors,” he continues. “We’re putting together a team to take over next September. You a freshman?”
“I’m a sophomore, actually.”
“Really?” He frowns. “But you’re new at SHU, right? Where were you last year?”
“You want me to drive for you guys?” I say, ignoring him.
“Not big on answering questions, huh?”
He doesn’t sound offended. Just curious.
I eyeball him. This is the first time we’ve ever been this close, so yeah—I’m checking him out. Sue me. I’ve been wondering what exactly it is about him that gets under my skin, and now that I’ve got a close-up view, I’m still not too sure.
“Let’s just say we’re at the scouting stage right now,” he says smoothly. “So, I’m not saying this is a sure thing, or anything. We’ve set the bar pretty high, you know? There’ll be tests, plus hard-core training.”
I let out a bark of laughter. “Training? You guys genuinely think you need to teach me to drive?”
I’d be willing to learn a bunch of new things with this guy, but changing gears isn’t one of them.
“Nothing to do with learning to drive.” He shakes his head. “Everything to do with learning how to adapt to clients. Embracing the right attitude, customer service. This isn’t a hobby, you know? This is a business.” He shoots me a hard stare. “We have a brand name to live up to.”
He’s talking, but I’m hardly listening. The cogs in my brain are whirring. I need money—facts. And spending the whole day cruising around in my Firebird sounds like a dream come true. Plus, this work would actually be legal, which makes a nice change.
Fuck. This is one side gig Raven can get behind.
“I’m looking for the right trainee,” he continues.
Wait, what?
I swallow hard, raking my fingers through my bangs. The idea of spending time with him makes me feel… a whole bunch of confusing things.
“There are some downsides, though,” he says, his voice sharper now.
