Chapter Eleven
Warner
“We’re out of traffic. You can let go of that bar now, Orla.”
Her knuckles had turned white as she was clinging to the bar. “I think it’s glued to it now.” She pried her fingers loose, then put her hands in her lap, still a bit anxious about my driving.
The neighborhood I lived in was on the outskirts of the city, where there was much less noise to deal with and less traffic too. “We’ll be at my place soon. You won’t have to endure much more driving. At least for a little while.”
“Maybe I’ll get used to it.”
“If I take you lots of places, you just might.” I thought that sounded like a brilliant idea. But being that the state of Texas is so big, that would definitely mean some overnight trips. And we hadn’t gotten to the point where of spending our nights togethe
