“You are relentless.”
He considers that.“Also true.”
The cab turns onto Zane’s street, and I rub at my forehead with two fingers.
“Blake.”
“Lisa.”
“I do not have my life together enough to go on a date with you.”
He doesn’t even flinch.“That sounds fixable.”
“No, it sounds honest.”
He studies me, and to my horror, I feel myself wanting to tell him the truth. Not all of it. Not the ugly middle. But enough.
“I’m staying with Zane,” I say.“I’m jobless. I’m rebuilding everything. I need to get my own place eventually, figure out what I’m doing, and…” I exhale.“I don’t even have a car.”
Blake’s head tilts.“That’s the problem?”
“It’s one of them.”
“Ok.”
The cab stops outside the building.
Before I can ask what that means, Blake reaches into his pocket, pulls out a key fob, and drops it straight into my lap.
I stare at it.
Then at him.
Then back at the key.
“…What is this?”
“My car.”
I laugh because there is no other reasonable response.“Absolutely not.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“It’s temporary.”
“You cannot give me your car.”
“I am lending it to you. And I can. I just did.”
I try to hand it back. He folds my fingers over it.
“I’m not taking your car.”
“You said you need one.”
“I said I need to get my life together.”
