The only reason he handed the keys to his Lexus over to Colin was because he was profoundly curious what kind of driver he would be. His money was on slow and steady, if only because Arturo was in the car. Had to protect Arturo, after all. Just like he’d had to drool over him all night. Grady had told Colin to treat him like anybody else, and lo and behold, he’d done almost exactly that. He’d accepted Arturo’s invitation as easily as he would accept anyone’s from the office—anyone’s, but Grady—and he’d laughed at Arturo’s stupid fangirl stories without rolling his eyes, or making snide comments, just like he would any of the others he worked with.
But Grady.
Grady was, apparently, the exception to all of Colin’s rules on how to play nice.
At least Arturo didn’t sit in front with Colin.
