"Thanks, Jake." Aspen waves to the tall, kind of scary man who drove us across town as she gets out of the black Escalade. I stand on the sidewalk beside her as the car blends into the distance.
"You have a driver?" I ask the question I've held in since following her out of Cosmo's. Most of my clients in New York had drivers — it was almost expected — but I didn't get that vibe from her or Finn.
Aspen turns to our right and walks past a gate with Buena Vista Park on the sign. Her eyes move up the hill. "Well, he's Finn and Trey's driver really, but it's easier to use Jake than find a taxi, and Trey normally drives himself."
She keeps talking as we start to climb the hill to some unknown destination. "Marissa and Amanda will meet us at our usual spot. We started coming here this summer a
