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“I told you. I don’t want your money.”
“But you can pay me back with no interest.”
“No.”
“Fine, one percent interest.”
“Nero Francis Grasso, don’t make me hurt you.”
He held his hands up, that adorable smirk tugging playfully at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll stop. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself trying to hurt me.”
I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to retort.
“But just because I’m done talking about it doesn’t mean the offer is off the table. Just say the word and the money is yours.”
“It’s going to get pretty dusty sitting there.”
“A little dust never hurt anyone.”
The traffic came to a stop again, and Nero let out a loud grunt. “I could run faster than this.”
“Tell you what. You get out and do that, and I’ll pick you up when the traffic clears.”
“I don’t understand how you can be so calm. You have dozens of hours in that cake.”
“And getting frazzled isn’t going to get me or the cake there any faster.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Austin and I always play a game to occupy the time and our minds. Want to try it?”
“What game did you have in mind?”
“Would You Rather.”
He pulled down the sun visor and adjusted on the seat. “Okay, I’ll go first.”
I could’ve asked a million different questions, but I wanted to start off fun. “Would you rather have everyone you know be able to hear your thoughts or access your internet history?”
“Internet history.” She didn’t even hesitate.
“Really? You have nothing to hide? No porn fetish or searches of weird bodily functions you can’t decide is normal or cancer?”
“Is that what you’d want to hide?”
“No. I just thought you’d take longer than a second to choose.”
“The only thing I search on the internet is cake designs, cake recipes, and my bank account. I’m pretty boring.”
“Lanes, you are far from boring.”
A slight pink tinged her cheeks, and she bit her bottom lip. “My turn. Would you rather have telekinesis or telepathy?”
“Telekinesis, no doubt.”
“Seriously. You’d want to move things with your mind over reading people’s minds?”
“I’m a bartender. I hear some crazy shit people are willing to let out of their minds. I wouldn’t want to know what they keep under lock and key. People’s minds are a scary fucking place.” He nodded toward me. “What about you? Same question.”
