"I mean, do you have one? Because I wouldn't mind…" she started before catching the subtle smirk on his face. Her voice died mid-sentence. "I'll just drive."
"Good idea." He reclined slightly, clearly satisfied.
Chay slammed the car into gear a little harder than necessary, cheeks hot. She wasn't sure if she was blushing from embarrassment or because of the man beside her. She was beginning to see why her father had hired him and also why she might pray for him to die a slow painful death. He made her uncomfortable.
*****
Drake flopped dramatically onto the wide L-shaped couch in the living room of his bachelor apartment. The weight of his return from his one-week honeymoon settled on him. After his meeting with his father in law, he had been busy from the beginning till the end of the work day. He still had emails to respond to, meetings to prep for but all he could think about was the echoing emptiness in the room.
It was quiet.
He stared up at the ceiling. He missed Queen.
