“Can we talk somewhere?” “We are talking somewhere.” I took my AirPods out, dropping them into my front pocket. “Right here. And if you don’t tell me what it’s about, I’m afraid I’ll have to turn around, get into my car, and drive away.” “I’m afraid I’ll have to block your way out of here, if you do that.” He dragged his fingers through his tresses, each golden hair submitting to the movement, like a gust of wind swiping a wheat field. Spoiled brat. I stared at him with a mixture of irritation and confusion. “Then,” I said carefully, “I’m afraid I’ll have to run you over. So let’s spare you
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