Swerving around him, she went back to the living room. “Noon, I need a ride tomorrow,” Harlow said. “Can you help me out?”
“Sure can,” he said. “Where are we going?”
Taking Ryske’s place, Harlow sat on the arm of the couch rather than on the couch itself, but she didn’t leave any space for him to sit. “No, I mean… I need a car.”
“I can do that too… Any make or model in particular?”
The question was genuine, he would steal to order. Still, it made her laugh. Really she’d meant borrowing his car.
Ryske came storming over, breaking up the light happy mood. “If you need to go somewhere, Noon drives you.”
“It’s a personal errand,” she said. “Not professional.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Ryske said. “You need someone with you.”
“I really don’t,” she said, peeking in the food box to see what was l
