My mind is stirring up dust. “What’d you want—to chaperone me? Keep an eye on me? Look out for me?” I turn to him again. “Why drive me?” “All of the above, Paul.” He flashes a half-smile. I lean back, trying to accept that as an answer, even if it doesn’t feel like one. “Alright, Xander’s dad.” He makes a noise, sounding like a trapped laugh.
