Chapter Eleven
He’d taken the entire situation right out of her hands! All she could was stare at him wordlessly as the taxi drew into traffic. No-one had done that to her before. Why, of all the nerve, would he go out of his way to come with her? She could take care of herself when she was eleven. Getting herself home was the least of her abilities.
She continued to stare. He didn’t even look apologetic, just — pleased with himself.
‘You don’t have to treat me like I’m some sort of ninny who can’t take care of herself,’ she blurted.
‘Ninny?’ He raised his brows, features slipping into amusement.
‘You know what I mean. Nincompoop. Someone who hasn’t got a clue about anything.’
He faced her with a sigh. ‘I know you’re not one of those. I just thought it might be nice for me to accompa
