Chapter Fifty-One. Mars.
Okay, so do I have to get changed out of my work clothes for a night out in the entertainment zone? I don’t think so, but the look on Justin’s face when I arrived at his caravan, and the fact he is wearing a smart button-down black shirt with his jeans makes me think I should have. To be honest, I would much rather have just had my run and called Davina, spending the night on FaceTime with her and Max. But this man was here for me when I needed him last week, so I should be a good friend and be there for him when he needs me.
“I guess it must be nice to be able to pull someone like Davina without even changing your clothes,” Justin quips at me.
“I have showered and changed; just didn’t think we were getting dressed up. Still, you look snazzy, and that is all
