It was an excellent thing I was paying attention to as I drove. I had been known to sometimes go into a sort of trance and get to where I was going by automatic route, so thankfully, today, this wasn't the case. Instead not, not only had Brandon, this very exasperating man, but blinked-or also winked, or vanished, or morphed, or whatever you called it- a mile and a half down the road, I guess for good measure, he was crouched down behind some bushes.
I shook my head to myself as I thought that if I were in a horse-drawn carriage and this was 'back in the day,' he'd be looking a lot like a highwayman about to rob the pretty little, unsuspecting, clueless, rich lady.
I laughed boisterously, slowing to a stop. Brandon had already gotten into my trailblazer off-road 4x4 without even opening
