CHAPTER TWELVE
“Are you ready?” asked Tom, putting the car into gear.
“As I’ll ever be,” replied Evelyn, fastening her seatbelt. She didn’t want to tell him that she felt nauseous, not because she was car sick, rather because she was nervous about meeting Celia Emerson, her daddy’s mistress, and even more nervous about meeting her step-brothers and sister. “Listen, thanks again for doing this. You’re going above and beyond being a friend, Tom. I won’t be able to repay you for this.”
“Don’t mention it,” he replied, looking at her strangely, before returning his focus to the road ahead. “Like I said, my car needs a good, long run.”
There he went again, making out it was for his car. She was so fond of Tom now; being with him, even just sat next to him in his car, felt so comfortable and
