“Okay.” “Wait, for real?” My head tugs back. “I said okay.” She chuckles, flicking her gaze to the sky. “Well, okay. Right this way, Tutor Girl.” I hop off the curb, unlocking and opening the door to my Dodge Ram for her. “Hop on in George.” She looks to me with a goofy expression. “George?” “That’s right.” “That’s odd.” “You ever met a George who wasn’t a reliable son of a bitch?”
