Natalie
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“Aristotle, you cannot drive,” Penn said. He tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at his puppy, who was currently standing in the driver’s side of the Audi convertible with his paws on the steering wheel, as if to say, Ready to go, Dad!
“Aww, let him drive,” I said. “What would it hurt?”
“Us!”
I laughed as he hoisted Totle out of the driver’s seat.
We’d spent the last week slowly getting used to being in each other’s presence. I’d been careful not to veer the conversation back to dangerous waters again. Being attracted to him was one thing. Inevitable. But acting on it…that would be blatant stupidity. I trusted him about as far as I could throw him.
The last thing I wanted was to fall back into his trap. So far…we seemed infinitely better as tentative friends
