“You want to go for a drive?” Brody asks, right before we head out of the restaurant.
“You ended up buying me food, and now you want to take me for a drive? Why are you being so nice to me?” I ask, zipping up my coat, stuffing my hands in my pockets, looking for the gloves I know I stashed in there this morning, but I’m coming up empty.
“Amber, I know, I know I was a d**k back then, but I don’t have any ulterior motive when it comes to you.”
“He says as we fake date each other so we can get our parents off each other’s backs. Sure, sure,” I say. I watch him hang his head low, pinch the bridge of his nose as if I’m the one who’s being exasperating here.
“I forgot how very stubborn you are.”
“Yup, looks like that hasn’t changed. You were saying?” I prompt, already burning up from the h
