Renee
I settled myself in Wilson's yuppy-mobile and reached for my seatbelt. Beside me, the guy squirmed around in his seat like his underwear was creeping up his butt.
“Uh, Miss Forest?”
“Yeah?” I twisted around and stared at him over the center console. He was kinda cute in a boy-next-door sort of way. He had a mop of curly black hair, eyes that were just a bit too big for his head, and a cute penchant for blushing every time I made eye contact.
“You know I’m not really a driver, right? I was just supposed to help Miss Starr–”
“Right! We are helping Miss Starr, so, drive already!”
He flinched and grabbed the wheel like he was afraid I was going to bite him. Which I would, if he didn’t get a move on. He put the car in gear and started down the driveway, inching along like an
