The angel on my shoulder grins proudly. Fuck me, I’m really about to do this. “I’ll drive you,” I huff. She whips her head in my direction, eyes full of curiosity. “To the salon?” A deep breath. “The salon. Home later. To work tomorrow. Just tell me when.” “You’re offering to be my chauffeur?” It sounds even more ridiculous coming from her mouth. “Don’t make me take the offer back.”
