NINE
“Of all the irritating, arrogant—holy cats, can he kiss!—men I’ve ever met, you, sir, are the worst,” I grumbled aloud as I got into my car. “And if you think you can just walk away from me without answering more than a couple of questions, you can just think again, buster. Eloise, follow!”
I performed the intricate ritual that normally results in Eloise starting up, but after having been so obliging earlier in the day—multiple times, yet—she had evidently felt she’d done her part in granting me happiness. She played coy by pretending to start, then sputtering into silence.
“Dammit, Eloise!” I said, stomping hard on the gas. “Don’t you do this to me! We have a man to kiss! Er...follow. Although the kissing was really, really nice. Did you see that he got all bulgy when we were goin
