“Am I making you mad?” I ask, sensing the tension in his shoulders as well. “Yeah, only because I can’t stand guys who don’t put in the effort.” “Are you saying you put in the effort, Silas?” I ask teasingly. He makes another right, then slowly pulls in front of a lavish hotel. When he puts the car in park, he turns toward me and says, “I don’t come until she comes.” And with that, he’s out of the car and moving around the front to open my door.
