Page 12 of Beautiful Scars

I shake my head. “Not once. Honest. I’ve never taken a girl home with me. And if I take you home tonight, I fully intend on speaking to you the next day. And every day for the foreseeable, with a bit of luck.”

Not a single word of that was a lie. I don’t mix business and pleasure. And I can’t let her go even if I wanted to.

It seems to work, because that look in her eyes is back.

It’s a look that tells me exactly what she wants, she’s just not sure if she should be bold and go with it.

I’ll make this easy for her.

“I’m leaving, and you’re coming with me.”

She watches me for a second, and then puts her drink down on the table. “I guess I can follow you. Will you wait out front? I parked in the underground parking.”

And risk her changing her mind?

“I’ll bring my car around and you’ll get in it.”

Her wild eyebrows draw together. “What about my mom’s—my car?”

“It’ll be safe until the morning.” Safer than you’ll be.

“I’m fine with driving—” she starts.

Will this girl not fucking quit?

“You’ve had far too much to drink for that. I’m driving. Say it, Meisie.”

Her throat moves as she swallows. She glances away, and then gives a hesitant nod.

“Say it.”

“You’re driving.”

Good fucking girl.