He glanced over his shoulder, then gave my hand a quick squeeze. “But I want to see you, Lacey. Out of school. Out of a cramped back seat. We could go somewhere else? Your place?” I shook my head. “My aunt…” “Wouldn’t approve?” Fuck. It was the truth, but I hated it. Banjo didn’t need me to say it. It was written all over my face.
