Page 28 of Rear View
“Yeah.”You’re a stranger, man. Make her comfortable.“Bring whoever you want.”Preferably not a boyfriend.
Say yes. Please, Christ, say yes.
“Say yes!” someone loud-whispered in the background. Someone who sounded a whole lot like Zoya.
There was a smack like she’d been slapped, then a snicker.
“That sounds fun,” Ryah answered.
I thumped the side of my fist against the roof. “You need a ride?”
“I can catch one there.”
My nod was sharp. “I’ll text you the address.”
“I suppose you’ll be needing my number, then.”
My smirk was cocky as shit and twice as proud. “Sure do, darlin’.”
That smile in her voice again as she gave it to me.
“Let me know how many people are comin’. I’ll leave tickets in your name at the door.”
“Okay.”
And Jesus, if the softness in her answer didn’t just about kill me. She stole my goddamn focus. Yeah, she was gorgeous, but it was more. I was pulled to her. The girl was a war of layers. Smart and playful. Brave and shy. Strong and…delicate. While I was her complete opposite. Broken and rough around the edges.
“I’ll see you then, yeah?”
“See you then.”
The call ended.
Alec jabbed my ribs. “Fuck yeah, man.”
I smacked the wheel, programmed her contact infoand fired off that text. No waiting. Nothing subtle. She could read into it as much as she wanted, ’cause I sure as hell wanted her to.
Me: The car show’s downtown at the Olympus Civic Centre.
Dream Girl: It’s cute you think I know where that is.
I huffed a laugh as I grinned like an idiot at my screen. A sense of humor. I liked that. A fuckin’ lot.
Me: It’ll be the place with all the cars.
Dream Girl: A place in the city with cars. Check!
Me: Knew you were slick.
I forwarded the address.
Me: We’re there from noon to five.
Dream Girl: Can’t wait!
My pulse kicked into overdrive as I slid my phone away. Eyeing the director, I gave him a thumbs-up.
He nodded and raised his hand, counting down with his fingers. Three. Two. One. His arm cut through the air.
