"Are you worried something might happen to him, or scared he'll fail to protect me and I’ll get hurt?" Henry Smith shifted in his seat, then slowly closed his eyes like he was trying to catch a quick nap.
"…"
I didn’t know what to say. Pretending to care about Ryan Corin would’ve sounded fake, but admitting I was thinking about Henry would make me feel like I wasn’t on my own side.
So I said nothing. Just sat there with the silence stretching out between us.
This Porsche was stupid expensive, and I drove it extra carefully — not a single jolt the whole ride. Henry, still waiting on my answer, eventually just fell asleep.
He sat there completely still, hands neatly folded on his stomach, long fingers clean and relaxed. Even with his eyes shut, he still looked unfairly good.
