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“That’s the only way you’re gonna let me see you naked.”
“Wh-”
The full word never finishes leaving my mouth thanks to the abrupt tugging away of my date. Wordlessly, she leads us through the manor, out to the front door where a golf cart is waiting. I skip the part where I insist on driving and simply help secure the accessories in the back before repeating the effort with her.
In the process of making sure she’s comfortably settled, I mindlessly comment, “You look great.” Her gaze finds mine. “I meant to say it earlier but…I…and um….” Nodding through the rest of the sentence is the only thing I seem capable of doing. “You really do.” One throat clearing allows for a smoother proclamation. “You always do, Bryn. You always look beautiful.”
She cranes her face to be a breath away from mine to tease, “I’m so much better up close, right?”
“God yes.”
Girlish giggles are followed by a gentle, flirtatious push away. “Get in, Spock. I’m the Captain Kirk on this journey into the unknown."
“Spock?” Sliding into the passenger seat is swift. “Is that the elf one?”
“There are no elf ones!”
Laughter over her response should be rattled by the quick jerking motion of the vehicle moving but it isn’t.
And neither is the amused grin she’s showcasing.
Okay.
Maybe I can do this.
Maybe it won’t be so hard.
Maybe…it’ll even be…enjoyable like I hoped.
“Okay, so over there,” Bryn points off to the left, “is how you get to the hospital thing, the servants houses – where the heads have one home and the underlings another – and Puppet Boy’s house.”
The idea of being given a tour of my own property pulls the corner of my lips upward. “Yes.”
“And then over there,” she grips the wheel with her left in order to point with her right, “are where the other guesthouses are, including the one you originally wanted to stick me in.” Our paved path is lit up with just enough light for our stares to lock in the dark. “It’s cute, but a little too cottage in France for me.”
“My mom took to styling and decorating the estate along with the intown office. It was…her business so to speak.” I fold my hands uncomfortably together in my lap. “The downtown building has undergone several renovations over the years; however, I haven’t changed much around here since she died.”
“I figured.” She veers us along a path to the left. “You don’t exactly strike me as the HGTV type.”
“You saying I don’t have an eye for design.”
“I’m saying you are so not the one I would call in the house for decorating tips.”
More laughter leaves us both as our drive along the lush path continues.
“If we keep heading this direction, we’ll eventually pass the entertainment house-”
“Which connects you directly to the large, golf course behind it.”
“Which I’m going on a limb and guessing was your father’s other favorite hobby that you also didn’t inherit.”
“Hey, I like cars.”
“Mmm,” the sarcastic hum is accompanied by an equally sardonic glare. “You tolerate cars. You like comic books.”
“How do you know that?”
“Hot nerd recognizes hot nerd, Mr. Wayne. No one makes that many Batman references that isn’t a huge fan.”
