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“You’re looking all casual,” I said.
“I own a variety of clothing.”
The facade shattered, I said, “Cool. Get in.”
He stopped walking in the middle of the driveway. “Into your car?”
“Actually it’s Morgan’s car, but yes.” What else would I be talking about? My spaceship?
“Why are you driving your friend’s car?” he asked, still just standing there.
“Because she lent it to me and I don’t have one.Get. In.”
He finally went back into motion, walked around the car, and climbed into the passenger seat. And just like that, even though cold air whooshed its way in with him, the little sedan felt ten degrees warmer.
“Are we going somewhere?” Gabriel asked.
“Yep.”
He pulled something out of his pocket, then strapped in. He held an envelope out to me.
“What’s this?” I asked, accepting.
“Payment for yesterday’s work.”
I shouldn’t take it. I was holding out on him with the whole posting thing. “I didn’t put up a post.”
“You came to our appointment. You get paid.”
I wanted to argue, but also,money.Why should I shoot myself in the foot? I’d make it up to him. Tonight I’d get more than one usable pic, and I’d post them all while enjoying the safe company of my friends.
I tucked the envelope into my messenger bag and started driving.
“If you need a ride somewhere, I have a driver who can take you,” Gabriel said, as if I wasn’t already driving myself.
I tried to think of an occasion I’d seen him climbing out of the back of a limo. Nope. I couldn’t think of a single time. I shot a glance in his direction. “You have a driver?”
He was staring at me. Why was he staring at me?
“Yes,” he said.
“But you always run everywhere. I thought the bee suit was your car.”
“I have a driver for when I need one.”
“A driver you don’t use.” It was kind of a question, but more of a statement.
“I use his services when I require them.”
“But you rarely require them since you’re offering those services to me. Why even have a driver if you don’t need one?”
His impassive expression told me nothing.
“He needs the work.” Gabriel ran a hand through his brown locks, mussing them up. “Where are you taking me?”
He was paying someone to be a driver even if he didn’t need a driver…because the guy needed the paycheck. Just like he insisted on paying me even if I didn’t do anything to help him. It didn’t make sense.
“Why do you like throwing your money away?” I asked.
