Chapter fourteen
Jonah
I shrug on a jacket while I wait for Kaylyn to change. Within ten minutes, she comes bounding down the stairs in a pair of black pinstriped pants and a dark blue button-up blouse, with her hair pulled into a low ponytail. She pulls on a black leather blazer and flips her hair over the collar.
“You’re staring at me again,” she says, narrowing her eyes. “Like the first day of work. Still not good enough for you?”
For some reason, I suddenly want another beer. “You look remarkably professional.”
“Ah,” she says, jamming her hands into her coat pockets. “Just as shocking, then? At least I’ve still got that going for me.”
Outside, Kaylyn heads straight for her car, but I corral her toward mine instead. “I’m driving, and you’re riding with me. I have more questions be
