I’m not going anywhere.
Not tonight.
Who would be stupid enough to leave her?
5
VIOLET
“Thanks for walking me out.”I look up at Drew from beneath lowered lashes. “Very gentlemanly of you.”
He blushes again.
It’s the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
“No problem.” He runs the toe of his shoe along the pavement, his hands shoved in his pockets like he doesn’t trust himself.
Come on, Drew. Get some confidence.
“Which car is yours?” He looks up at me, then at the row of cars behind me.
Shit.I was going to wait until he got in his car before getting in mine. Because... reasons. Good reasons. Strategic ones.
I jerk a thumb over my shoulder. “That one.”
He looks dubious. “Um... there’s three cars behind you.”
“Oh, yeah.” I shrug. “The black one.”
He stares over my shoulder, his throat working. “One’s a Mercedes. And the other is a Porsche.”
“Yeah.”
I drove the Porsche tonight. Which will eliminate the use of that car for surveillance.
Not ideal. I like options.
Good planning requires contingencies.
This is why preparation matters.
People judge until they need a backup plan. Then suddenly you’re the smart one.
But I’ll work around it. I always do.
“You drive a Mercedes?” His eyes are wide. “Or a Porsche?”
I have both, but I don’t want to tell him that. Not right now. He’s intimidated enough.
“Yup,” I say with a shrug like it’s no big deal. Because in my world, it isn’t.
“Wow.” He looks impressed for about ten seconds before his face changes.
I clock it instantly. “It’s no big deal, Drew. It’s just a car.”
“Just... umm...” he trails off, dumbfounded. “I drive a Volvo.”
I know.
