Page 13 of David's Proposal

The man exits the car and rushes to open the door for her.

“Hop in. I’m taking you home,” she says to me.

“How do you know I didn’t drive my car?” I ask, sliding in.“Terry?” I go on while she takes a seat next to me and tells the driver where to go.

“Yes. Terry. She told me about the oil change and tires.”

“Oh, my. I can’t believe her. I could’ve gotten home all right without her meddling in my business.”

“How did you get home last night?”

“I took the bus.”

She cocks an eyebrow at me.

“I love riding the bus,” I say.

“And I love eating noodle soup, but I’m not doing it every day.”

“Point taken. I’ll fix my car.”

Laughing, she kicks back.

“You won’t. One of these days, you’ll need to find a limousine like this one with a driver who can safely drive you around town.”

My first thought is that she’s hinting at David, which would be crazy.

I surreptitiously shoot her a suspicious look.

She seems oblivious to my dirty secret life, and the voice inside my head has a good laugh, rolling and kicking her legs like a spoiled brat.

I hate her sometimes.

“Sure. I’ll get a driver when I write a bestseller.”

We both have a good laugh.

Apparently, this is the funniest thing I’ve said the entire afternoon.

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I kissThea goodbye and slip out of the car before closing the door.

“I’ll see you on Thursday,” she says through the open window.

I freeze with my hand on my backpack.

“Thursday?”

“The wedding rehearsal?”

Her eyebrows slide up as she slightly shakes her head at me.

“Oh, yes. Sorry.” I chuckle. “I forgot about that,” I joke, although I did forget about it.

“How can you forget?”

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