“Surprised you still remember me,” he chuckled, stealing a quick glance at me before fixing his eyes back on the road. His hands stayed steady on the wheel as he veered past a rumbling commercial truck, the engine growling in the distance.
Honestly, I hadn’t expected to see him again. And truth be told, I wasn’t exactly waiting for it either.
Not that I disliked him or anything… but the memory of him felt like something better left behind me.
“You look… different from the last time I saw you,” I said, my voice trailing off as I shifted my attention to the window. A long crack spidered across the glass, clumsily patched up with black tape. Very professional.
“You look different too, sweetheart,” he tossed back casually. “Where’s the blondie?”
Realizing he meant Candice, I winced inward
