It didn’t.
Rather than lead him to the subway station or flag a cab, Jack walked briskly around the corner and ducked into a large parking structure. Paul followed, more than a little bemused, all the way to the convertible Jack had been so proud of back in LA. The top was up now, and frost tinted the windows, but it was still in pristine condition, especially considering the winter starting to take root outside.
“Yeah, yeah.” Jack waved off any of Paul’s unspoken comments and unlocked his door. “I know it’s not the most practical car to have here. And I could probably save money taking the train. But she’s mine and I’m not ready to give her up just yet, so no wisecracks, okay?”
“I won’t say a word,” Paul promised, settling in the passenger seat. He wasn’t going to criticize Jack for hi
