Page 70 of Grand Love

He grins wide. “How’d that go?”

I shake my head, a small smile making my dimple pop. “How do you think?”

“Humour me.” He slides his hands around the steering wheel, dropping his head back to the seat.

“We bickered. He told me we were leaving—”

“And you left,” he finishes for me, dropping his head to the side to look at me.

“Not willingly.”

“You wanted to.”

“Fuck off.”

“You can deny it all you want, you’ve been different since you started seeing him again.”

“No, I haven’t,” I snap.

“That right there is what I’m talking about.” He nods at me. “He seems to bring the bitch out in you.”

“Joe!”

He shrugs unapologetically. “Facts.”

“Let me out here.”

He rolls his eyes and carries on driving. “Don’t be a queen.”

“I know you don’t like Mason—”

“Understatement—”

“But he is Ellis’s dad. I have to make this work.”

“I know, I know, and I want that for Ellis. But you’re stressing about it and you shouldn’t. He will fuck it up long before you do. I’m not holding out much hope on the bloke.”

If only he knew why I was stressing. It’s definitely not because of Ellis.

“Speak of the devil,” Joey mutters.

I snap my eyes to his and he nods in the rearview mirror. I turn in my seat and spot the Bentley behind us.

“Balls.”

Joey indicates and pulls into the curb. “You can’t drop me here!” I watch in horror as the Bentley pulls in behind us.

“That’s the gym, isn’t it?” He frowns as he watches Mason park behind us. “What’s he doing?”

“He works just up the road.” Damn it, this is fucking perfect. Trust today of all days for him to drive himself to work. Where’s Vinny?

“Why’s he stopping there?” Joey asks.

“I don’t know, Joey.”

“He can’t park there. It’s short stay only.”

I grab my bag and go to get out of the car. “Do you need a lift home?” he asks.

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