of seconds. Jennifer braced herself with her hands on the glove compartment.
After a moment, the Charger settled behind the Contour. They had come close. Too close. Jennifer turned in her seat. No one was behind them. After a moment, she turned to Andrew. He avoided her eyes and cautiously switched lanes using the proper turn signal. When their eyes connected, they both smiled, and then giggled before they were in full blown laughs.
He turned to the road and reached for the stereo. Jennifer stopped him.
“Leave it off.” She ran her hands over her hair, grouping the silk strands together. “I like the silence. It’s nice.” She twisted her hair to lay just over her shoulder.
Andrew’s hand recoiled. After a moment, he spoke. “Is he mad?”
“Pissed. Couldn’t you hear?”
“Yes, actually. Your phone’s volume is incredible.”
Jennifer smirked. “He’s not always like that.” Andrew glanced towards her but said nothing. Jennifer fidgeted at his silence. “If Katie hadn’t broken up with him everything would be going as planned and he wouldn’t be in Jersey right now.” Jennifer bit her lip. She shouldn’t have said that.
“Katie Heuser?”
“Yeah,” Jennifer started, perplexed. “You know her?”
“Not personally,” he chuckled. “Heard a lot about her though.”
Jennifer moved, feeling her wet skin snag on the leather. She didn’t feel like talking about Katie anymore. With another deep sigh, she looked out the window. “I’ve got my work cut out for me tomorrow,” she said absently.
“I could help.”
Jennifer turned towards Andrew. He still faced the road but at length, he looked towards her, holding the eye contact for a moment more before turning his attention back to the road. He meant every word of it. Jennifer fell silent.
Chapter Eleven
Professional Persuasion
THEY STOPPED AT Wendy’s near Castle Rock before heading straight to the Courtyard. After a rushed goodbye with Andrew as he covered himself with the spare shirt Jennifer relinquished, she was in her room hard at work within 30 minutes.
She checked her email and made the necessary appointment as directed by James. She had just begun pulling the information for the required report when her phone rang. With impressive speed, she answered.
“Jennifer.”
“It’s me.”
She rolled her eyes. Of course, James would think to introduce himself like that.
“What are you doing?” James’s voice was a lot calmer than earlier. He didn’t seem as rushed as before either.
With a loud sigh, Jennifer glanced at the time. 7:30pm. “Working on that outrageous report. That’s a lot of information to compile.”
“I know, but they asked.” Jennifer sighed heavily into the phone, saying nothing more. “You’re still my angel,” James cooed.
His words stilled her for a moment. She liked it when he called her that, but now, it didn’t even seem to matter. At this rate, she would likely be up all night.
“How soon do you need this? I might need to pull an all-nighter.”
“Before the presentation. You’ll have tomorrow. Friday should be spent going over it to make sure it’s as smooth as ice.”
She took a deep breath. “Sure thing. Anything else?”
“Yeah. How’s Andrew?”
Jennifer shrugged, squinting her eyes at her screen as she searched her computer’s files for the previous client’s records. “He’s okay,” she realized she was smiling at the thought of him. “He’s fine.”
“Did you see him today? Why couldn’t I get ahold of you?”
Jennifer pulled her eyes from the bright computer screen. It wasn’t like James to pester with so many questions. “I was with Andrew earlier and I left my phone in the car.”
“What do you think about him?”
She wished he were grilling her in front of him, perhaps then she could understand the reason behind all his questions. “I think he’s very competent and sure of what he’s doing.” After a moment, she added, “He seems particularly
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