CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Curly ShenanigansJerry drove Kit home in the dark, his mood upbeat but his fingers frozen. “I’m glad it went well for you.” He smiled sideways at her through blue lips.
“You didn’t need to wait for me,” Kit grumbled. She clutched her hairdressing bag to her stomach and sighed. “I don’t need a bodyguard.”
“You have such a hard job accepting help and affection, don’t you?” Jerry raised a speculative eyebrow and turned onto a rural road. He glanced in the rear-view mirror and frowned. The lights of the city suburb twinkled behind them.
Kit shrugged. “No.” But her protest sounded futile even to her. “Maybe a little.” She flattened her lips into a reluctant smile and patted Jerry’s thigh. “You’re a good friend. I’ll admit I enjoyed knowing someone waited outside for me.
