Page 26 of The Lies I've Told
Her eyes watched as I did, making me horny and frustrated in equal amounts.
“Why don’t I give you my sister’s car for the day? That way, you can run whatever errands you need to do.”
I immediately shook my head. “Nope, sorry. Won’t work.”
“What? Why?”
She was clearly getting frustrated with me as well, her face growing a shade darker as her stance took on an exasperated appearance.
“I don’t have a license,” I said.
Her eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, you don’t have a license? Everyone has a license.”
I shook my head. “Maybe everyone who is born here. But I moved to the States when I was eighteen and to New York City no less. Getting a driver’s license wasn’t exactly at the top of my list of important things to do. Not when I could take the subway everywhere.”
It wasn’t an entirely far-fetched lie. Lots of people in the city didn’t process driver’s licenses. And those who did sometimes let them expire when they were up for renewal because having a car in the city was a hassle.
The truth was, I just didn’t trust myself behind the wheel anymore.
Especially in a new town.
Especially with those test results still buried deep in my pocket.
It took her a moment to respond. “Fine,” she finally said. “But don’t think this means anything. And I can’t be gone all day. I have things I need to do, too.”
My hands went up in self-defense. “Fine,” I answered. “Just a quick trip to meet up with Dean.”
“Good.”
“And then a trip to the ferry terminal.”
Her eyebrows rose. “What?”
“I need to see the remnants of my piece.”
She let out an exasperated breath. “Fine.”
“And then lunch.”
“What?” she practically yelled.
“Well, a guy has to eat.”
She muttered obscenities all the way to the car as I followed close behind, trying not to laugh.
This was going to be fun.
We headed out of town first. After learning from his brother, Taylor, that Dean was leading a fishing tour until noon, I decided it might be best to spend some time with the ruins of my artwork while we waited for him to return to dry land.
“Taylor said Dean would meet us at that place we had drinks at last night,” I said as we sped down the highway out of Ocracoke and toward the docks. “He didn’t describe it as such, but I figured it was the same place, based on the location. You can join us if you’d like. I’m sure your mate Billy wouldn’t mind another visit.”
She gave me a sideways glance before focusing back on the road. “What is that supposed to mean? Oh God, you’re trying to figure out if I dated Billy, aren’t you? You’re relentless.”
My eyebrows rose in blatant curiosity. “Well, did you?”
She shook her head.
“I’m merely curious.”
