Page 56 of What's the time, Mr. Wolfe
I followed him into the car park and over to where he’d parked his car. I hated empty car parks at the best of times, and just following behind him was giving me the shivers.
“I could get murdered back here and you’d never bloody know,” I said, my voice echoing around the cavernous space.
“I highly doubt you’d be quiet if anyone tried, Ruby,” he replied.
“What if they covered my mouth first? Huh?”
“Then someone would see you and call me.”
“Oh, that’s okay then. I’d be dead, but at least someone called you.”
He chuckled and stopped. I stopped still a little distance away.
“Well?” he said.
“What?”
“I’m waiting for you to catch up.”
“Oh.” I started to walk again.
He opened the passenger door, and I slid in, smiling sweetly at him as I did.
He rolled his eyes and sighed.
When he got in, he sat for just a minute. Then he turned to me. “Did you have a good first day?”
“I did, thank you. I’m going to love it there.” I was honest with my answer. “Although, what do you think Amelia meant when she said we could play together?”
He blinked rapidly; his eyebrows shot up. “She said, what?”
“Something like, we can work well together, or play together. I can’t remember the exact words.”
He didn’t reply for a moment.
“Oh!” I said, as it dawned on me. “OH!”
He then leaned forward. “I don’t share, Ruby,” he said.
“Oh fuck, or not fuck, actually. Jesus. What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said. You’re mine. I don’t share you with anyone.”
“I’m...?” My head was spinning. What the fuck was he on about?
“OH!” I said, realising exactly what he meant.
He pressed the start button, and the sound was deafening. We roared from the garage. He didn’t drive me home, though. He hit the motorway and cursed repeatedly at the level of traffic.
“Erm, you’re going the wrong way,” I said, pointing out the passenger window.
“I know where the fuck I’m going,” he snapped back.
I wanted to giggle. But then remembered I was on two strikes already. I clamped my mouth shut, sucking in my lips, and then covering them with both hands.
He glanced at me, angrily. I closed my eyes tightly. Iwanted to laugh and knew it would be the exact wrong time to do so.
Instead, he weaved in and out of the traffic until he had a clear run ahead and put his foot down.
