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“Where’d you grow up?”
“Tennessee—that’s two questions so now I get two,” he warns, waving his fingers in front of my face.
“Fine,” I grumble.
“What’s your biggest desire?”
I narrow my eyes and he groans.
“Not what I meant. I mean, what do you wish for most? What do you hope for? Get it now?”
I sigh, thinking seriously about how I want to answer.
“I want to be successful on my own merit. I don’t want people to whisper I’m only where I am because of my dad or my last name. I want people to value my opinion because it’sgoodandimportantto them. I want to be my own person, Mia, not Joshua Hayes’s daughter.”
“I respect that. One more question.” He thinks for a moment. “If your life was a song, which would it be?”
“Beauty in Madness,” I say, referring to one of Willow Creek’s songs. “When you have a famous parent, there’s a lot of beauty to it, lots of amazing opportunities, but there’s the madness and chaos too. It can be a beautiful exhausting mess. My turn?”
He nods.
“Why am I different to you?”
I don’t know what makes me ask the question. Why it’s so important to hear his answer.
He swallows, picking up his bottle of beer and swirling it around. He shakes his head. “I don’t know. You just are.” He takes a sip of the beer looking contemplative.
I’m not mad at his answer, because it’s sort of how I feel about him, so I understand.
He leans forward a bit, a smirk tilting his lips on one corner. “Easy one—what’s your favorite color?”
“Yellow,” I answer with a small laugh. “Yours?”
“Navy blue.”
“Interesting,” I muse.
“Why?”
“I expected you to say black.”
“Why?” he laughs.
“Isn’t it the color of debauchery?”
He shrugs. “I wouldn’t know.”
My lips twitch as I try not to laugh. “Funny, I thought you were King of the club.”
“They kicked me out,” he parries easily. “Apparently I’m not as much of a badass as they thought.”
“Really?”
“Yeah—apparently the motorcycle wasn’t enough.”
“You have a motorcycle?” My eyebrows rise in surprise. “I’m intrigued.”
His eyes glint with mischief, that strange amber color flashing. “I’ll take you for a ride some time.”
