Page 76 of Begin Again

She hums, pretending to think about it. “Lara Croft. I love the thought of going on an adventure and finding ancient artifacts, and I get to be hot while doing it. Yeah, sign me up.”

I snort. “You just want the excuse to carry a gun and punch bad guys.”

She grins. “Don’t forget the mansion. If you had to pick a theme song that plays every time you walk into a room, what would it be?”

I huff out a laugh. “Easy.Assimilateby Umbra.”

She groans. “That’s so cliche! I’m sure I can poll ten people and at least three would give me that same answer.”

“Hey, it’s a solid choice. What about you, what’s your theme song?”

She flicks her hair over her shoulder like she’s just waiting for me to ask. “Womanby Kesha.”

I glance at her, smirking. “Not even remotely surprising.”

“Obviously.” She grins up at me.

“Next question. If you had to be any mythological creature, what would you be?”

“A siren.”

I let out a laugh. “You answered that way too fast.”

“Because it’s the right answer. Gorgeous, dangerous, and luring men to their doom? Kind of a dream job.”

I shoot her a look, my lips twitching. “Remind me not to take any ocean cruises with you.”

She winks. “That might be for the best.”

Shaking my head at her I bite back a smile. The breeze rolls through the open windows, stirring strands of her golden hair, sending a warm and floral scent drifting through the cab. It mixes with the smell of old leather and coffee—scents so familiar they feel like home.

After a moment she asks. “What about you?”

“A dragon.”

She nods approvingly. “Solid choice. Can’t argue with breathing fire.”

“Exactly.” I shift my grip on the wheel.

“If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

“Burgers. No hesitation.”

She wrinkles her nose. “You’re telling me you’d eat burgers for breakfast?”

“Absolutely.”

She shakes her head. “You heathen.”

“You say that like it’s news to you.”

She snorts, then grins mischievously. “Okay, I’ve got a good one. If you had to replace your hands with something else—anything else—what would it be?”

Without even having to think about it I reply. “Flamethrowers.”

Selene throws her head back with a laugh. “You’d be a menace.”

I glance at her, the both of us laughing at the image of me with flamethrower hands—and then she screams, “Theo!”

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