Thirty-Five
I
call back Murph at the shop and put him in charge of operations indefinitely. Then I order a taxi to pick me up from Dani’s. I have the driver make a stop by my bank, where I withdraw enough cash to live on for a month, then I tell him to get on Pacific Coast Highway and drive north until I say to stop.
“How you gonna pay, lady?”
I throw a wad of cash onto the passenger seat. He counts it, whistles, and turns the radio to a soft rock station.
I lie down on the back seat of the sedan and stare at the roof, replaying every moment in my memory as the miles fly by, hearing Callum’s words from the day we met in my head as if he were right here whispering them into my ear.
“I have a proposition for you.”
“I want you to marry me.”
“Let’s just say I find you interesting.”
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