Page 67 of Fauxmance

"Hey, where's your motorcycle?" I asked.

"At home in the garage," he said. "You're afraid of the bike, and my family, namely my dad, wanted me to have a more practical mode of transportation. Hence the car."

I ran my eyes over his ride with raised brows.

"Thisis practical?" I asked. "It's a freaking Mercedes Benz."

"The Davenports have a reputation to uphold," Hayden said as if he was parroting someone else. My guess was his father. "That's actually the other thing I wanted to give you."

"What?"

"Info on my family."

I blinked. "Will I need that? I'm going to meet them anyway, right?"

"I just want you to be as prepared as possible."

Prepared for what?I wondered.

Hayden gestured to his car.

"Doing anything right now? You want to come home with me?"

My cheeks flushed red. "Sure," I said. "But can you try not to make it sound like you're flirting with me?"

Hayden's eyes were bright. "I'll try."

"Thanks. Oh, and I have to go help out at the soup kitchen later. My car—"

"It's no problem. We can come back for it. This should only take a little while, two hours at the most."

My eyes widened. "Two hours?"

"Well, the drive takes 20 minutes, and then…yeah. The Davenports are a lot," he said.

I was still digesting this as Hayden grinned.

"Or you know, we could just hop in the backseat and do it there. Have a quickie."

"Hayden, please."

I didn't think I could handle any more innuendo, or my face would stay red forever.

"Just take me home," I said.

"My pleasure."

CHAPTER 13

Hayden's house wasn't a house. It was an apartment. And it was actually the nicest one I'd ever seen. The ride over had taken 20 minutes like he'd said. We listened to music on the way, and I was glad for the distraction.

There was just something about being in a confined space with Hayden again.

The elevator had seemed small. His car was better and worse. The luxury vehicle must've cost a boatload and came equipped with butter-soft seats, an excellent sound system, and top-of-the-line air conditioning. But it didn't leave a lot of room between us.

That was a problem.

It was silly, but I couldn't stop thinking about what happened in the parking lot.

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