Page 8 of Lucky Hit


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Pity that she didn't tell him flattery won't get him very far. Not with me, at least.

"So, you're from Penticton?" I ask a few minutes later when the silence becomes too much in the tight confines of the truck.

He looks over from his seat and smiles. "Yep, born and raised. Have you always lived in Vancouver?"

"Yes, but I don't plan on staying once I finish school. I can't stand this rain." I look away, choosing to study the large water droplets on the windshield instead.

"I get it. I don't want to stay here either. I want to go somewhere warm. So, tell me something," he adds, clearing his throat.

I force a laugh and shrug. "That's vague."

"Okay then. What's your lifelong dream? Your big goal?" he asks, and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Diving right in, are we?

"Social Work," I reply without hesitation. "That's the dream, anyway." I wait nervously for his response as his gaze remains locked on the winding road in front of us.

"Beautiful and kind."

"Smooth," I tease. Real smooth.

"Do you want to go somewhere with me?" he mumbles, his eyebrows furrowed as if he's thinking hard about something. It's questions like this that made me wish I could read minds. Unfortunately, though, I lack that superpower.

"Promise me this isn't a part of your secret plan to kidnap me? I'm way too young to die," I murmur playfully, a smile playing on my lips.

He holds his pinky out to me. "Pinky promise."

I lock my finger with his and meet his eyes. "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go."

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