I choke on my cereal. "I was joking about the date. Besides, I thought you were in hiding."
"I'm proving that I want to date you. I don’t have my car—we can use yours, if it's still drivable."
I arch a brow. "You mean since that arrogant dickhead ploughed into the back? I drove away remember?"
The one remaining cloud clears from his face. "Yeah. Whydidyou drive away?"
"I thought you had a gun."
Dylan stares in disbelief. "Really?"
"Really. Now where are you taking me?"