I twist my hands around the steering wheel tightly. She’s trying to get under my skin now, but I have to play into this hand.
“And what’s wrong with that?” I ask.
“Please, don’t play dumb now. No one has ever said the wordfineand meant it.”
“Maybe I am.”
“Maybe you’re more bland and typical than I imagined.”
I smirk as I change lanes.
“Maybe I am,” I taunt.
Cara pops off her sunglasses and soaks me in. Pretending like I’m not suddenly interested in her attention is harder than I imagined it would be. More truths are coming to light.
“I don’t get you, Sinclair.”
“Not much to get.”
“Really?” she asks, drawing it out.
“Really.”
“Then tell me about you.”
“Cara Collins is finally trying to get to know me. Never thought the day would come.”
“We have another two hours. Have to pass the time somehow.”
“That’s it? Passing the time by getting to know your new husband.”
She sighs and turns to face forward with her glasses still off.
I’m not sure why, but the sudden distance she just put between us by shutting down is another feeling I’m not a fan of. Lately, there seem to be a lot of new ways that Cara is able to affect me.
She tilts her head back on the seat and closes her eyes. The way the sun illuminates her skin makes her look like someone I want to actually talk to. Another new feeling I’ll have to dive into eventually.
“I’m from Charleston.”
I hear the way the leather seat crinkles as she goes back to her original position with a better ability to look my way.
“Really?”
“Yes, really. My parents moved to Charleston from Ireland before I was born.”
She shifts beside me.
“I didn’t know that.”
“Without going into all my gritty details, I ended up in California working for a security agency, and one thing led to the next. Now I’m running my company.”
“Why do you still go out in the field?”
I give her a light laugh.
I wonder the same thing every day.
“No, what I meant is, your operation is much larger than mine. And I know you own about a dozen other businesses…”