“Thank you, Nathan,” I say softly. He waves a dismissive hand. “I figured I owed you after the whole parking space thing.” I smile. “Yeah. I’ve asked around. Apparently, I can park wherever I want.” “True. You can,” Nathan says. “So what was that? Are you a man set in his ways? Oh!” I turn sideways in my seat so I can face him. “Is it a superstition? A lot of athletes have those, right?” He leans his head back and gives it a tiny shake, almost like he’s annoyed by the question. But then he looks over and holds my gaze, his perpetually serious expression giving me a little shiver. “I don’t care
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