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Another grumble is hidden behind a bite.
“I’m gonna get Lucky to make me a PB and J,” my best friend announces, grabbing a chip during his exit. “Alfred, convince him to make up with Catwoman, please. Gotham City is counting on you.”
Eyerolling over the retort is swiftly followed by a shake of the head.
She is not a jewel thief.
However, she does look stunning in leather.
I almost didn’t let her leave the house wearing that dress.
“Would you like me to make arrangements for you to escort Bryn to work?” His eyebrow lift is done to imply it is more of a statement than a suggestion. “I’m on way to investigate a greenhouse issue but can most certainly reach out to transportation first.”
“What issue?”
“Unexplained dying plants,” he deeply sighs. “A small section that was previously thriving is almost completely dead like they were infected with something, so I was asked to investigate it by gardening as a second opinion.”
Hm.
Sounds like someone is trying to cover their tracks.
Only question is…who?
“Keep me posted.”
Clark delivers a small nod. “As you wish.”
“And have transport bring around two vehicles.” A better idea begins to cultivate prompting me to add, “And alert security to the change.”
Without another word, he disappears to complete his tasks, leaving me to finish eating alone.
Collecting my thoughts in a less defensive manner is more difficult than I predicted. Deciding what to say, what not to say, how to not end up exactly where we’re beginning – at an impasse – is what I’m primarily focused on while dressing into my full coverage clothing.
By the time Bryn exits the manor in her high heels and black, sheer top, dress – whose top looks more like lingerie than workwear – I’m fairly comfortable with what I’m going to say.
Assuming she’s going to listen.
I open the passenger door to the SUV I’m standing beside and cheekily gesture a palm towards it. “Need a ride, Miss Winters?”
Strands from the strategically messy bun bounce around on her sassy head tilt. “On you or with you, Mr. Wilcox?”
“I’m hoping one and then the other.”
She giggles, and for the first time in two days, I swear the gray clouds in the sky part.
Or maybe just those surrounding me.
“Can I drive you to work?”
“Only because you asked so nicely.” Bryn places her hand in mind to assist in her accession inside. Once she’s settled, she grants me another red lip painted smirk. “Thank you, Mr. Wilcox.”
“My pleasure, little prey.”
As I hoped the nickname causes thrill to flash in her bright blue gaze revealing that while she may not be happy with me, she doesn’t hate me.
And that’s a damn good place to start for our overdue conversation.
After instructing Holmes and Hurst to follow behind us, I get behind the wheel to begin the extensive drive.
