Page 25 of Third Time Lucky

It’s a sign he’s straight and sees you as a future babysitter.

“But I’m meeting people today who’ll know the answer to that better than I do,” I add. “I’ll ask around.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“That’s what I do.” I force myself not to throw him a cocky wink and offer him a complimentary blowjob. “You let me borrow your very valuable baseball muscles, so I sort of owe you now.”

Don’t look at his muscles. Eyes not thighs.

“I don’t think so.” Elliot glances over at Derek. “Your driver is signaling you, but I still owe you. At the very least I’ll be buying you a beer for this.”

Derek is in fact now pointing to his watch with a raised eyebrow. I wonder if Tani told them to send me the one with attitude. If so, I approve. “I love beer. My brother haunts a family pub that brews their own in-house, so we can check it out sometime. But now I really am running late.”

His hand drops to my shoulder, squeezing it again in that friendly gesture that I shouldn’t read anything into. “Go on then. I’ll be seeing you around.”

It’s a date.

It’s not a date, dumbass. Do not say it’s a date.

I slip into the backseat and watch Elliot until we turn a corner and he disappears from view. I’m worried there might be something wrong with me.

“Still having breakfast with your brother, sir?”

Don’t judge me for Derek. Like I told Elliot, my attention span is for shit. Honestly, people should thank me for saving them from the road rage I invariably incur. Also, something about carbon footprints.

But mostly I’m a bad driver.

“Sir?” he prompts.

“Joey. How many times do I have to tell you my name, Derek?”

He smiles at me in the mirror. “Since I just met you, I’m afraid I can’t say, sir. But I’m stubbornly attached to my job, so I’m looking forward to finding out.”

Cheeky and quick.

Thanks to Tanisha’s email, I already know the highlights of his resume. Army veteran, happily married and a hard worker. He and his wife are taking care of his widowed sister and her baby on what he earns as a rent-a-driver.

You think I’m going to trust some random temp I haven’t looked into? This man has to drive me everywhere, from private family homes for personal visits to a center full of vulnerable at-risk kids.

You’re not doing personal visits, remember? Not until you remember how to take care of yourself.

“I know we haven’t known each other long, Derek.”

Derek checks his watch again. “Roughly fifteen minutes, sir.”

My smile is more genuine than it was a second ago. “What is time, anyway?”

“A social construct, but Ms. Chahal told me not to broach that subject with you, sir. She said that way led to madness.”

I smirk, shaking my head. I bet she sent him a detailed list of taboo subjects and that was at the top. “We don’t have to tell her everything.”

“No, we don’t, sir.”

Right answer.

“Your job is a little like Russian roulette, as far as passengers go. Evil old women with cats, a group going to prom and throwing up on the seats. A lunatic nanny wrangler with hoarding tendencies and anxiety issues.”

“Mostly businessmen needing to get to and from the airport. Until today, sir.”

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