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“Why’d you call your car Remy?” I ask, nosey as ever.
I’ve pretty much given up all manners when it comes to this guy. From now on, I’m only treating him as well as he treats me.
Finn presses his lips into a tight line at my question. “Do you know what car you’re going to buy yet?”
His sudden topic change doesn’t get past me, but I choose not to point it out.
“I do. She’s in my dad’s employee’s garage, just waiting for me to buy her.”
“Got any pictures?” Finn asks.
I’m well aware he’s just trying to avoid discussing the mysterious “Remy,” but I play along, digging through my phone for a picture as he drives. I find one just in time for the next red light and hold up my screen to his face.
Finn assesses my green bug car for long seconds before biting back a laugh.
“What?” I call him out.
“That’s… an interesting choice.”
“Are you calling my dream car ugly?”
Finn grins, flicks his head in my direction, and gives me a once-over in his passenger seat.
“You bet your sweet ass I am.”
Did he just say I had a sweet ass?
Oh my God, Dia, stop.
“Like I said, you hate everything. Speaking of, you still owe me one thing youdon’t hate.”
He shrugs. “Just because your car is ugly doesn’t mean I hate everything.”
A loud gasp falls from my lips the next second, startling him.
“Did you see that?” I ask.
“See what?” he worries.
“My last fuck just went flying out the window.” I gesture, and Finn cracks a laugh that makes me want to search every corner of my brain for another joke.
Anything to hear that laugh again.
“How long until you can buy it?” He revives the conversation when we pull into his driveway, and he slows down by the water fountain.
“I’m five hundred short. Five hundred, then you’ll be rid of me. Happy?” I tease, convinced he’s only interested because he wants me gone.
His response leaves me breathless.
“That’s not why I was asking.” He maintains the eye contact.
Unable to think of a single answer, I clamp my mouth shut, quick to understand that he’s just dropping us off when he doesn’t kill the engine.
“You’re not coming?” I unbuckle my seat belt.
“Nah, someone’s expecting me.”
I’m itching to ask who that someone is but decide against it, climbing out of the car and opening Lexie’s door.
“Hey, Gem?” Finn calls as we’re heading for the house.
I stop to glance back at him. He has his window down, this panty-dropping smile on his face and a world of ulterior motives in his eyes.
“Don’t forget to charge it.”
Then, without further explanation, he drives off.
Wait, what?
