Chapter 11Bridget
“I don’t think I’ve ever met a celebrity who runs so many of her own errands,” Thomas said.
“Yeah, well, I don’t always have my nose in the clouds,” I said. “I like a bit of normalcy.”
“Don’t you get tired? I mean, you have that massive house. If I owned that house, I’d never leave it.”
“You saying I’m spoiled, Thomas?” I asked.
“If anything, I’m saying you’re not taking enough advantage of the perks of being you.”
We were riding around today, finishing up some errands I had to do, and the conversation flowed easily between us. I kept watching the clock, thinking about his daughter and how she would need to be picked up soon. The clock was nearing three, and I could see Thomas’s eyes darting nervously from the clock to the street and back again.
“Would you be all r
