I don’t answer because he’s being intrusive. “The new theater is coming along nicely.” I point at the construction out the window.
“That’s one of my projects. I like projects. You’re one of my projects now.”
“That…sounds nice, I guess.” NOT.
“Would make it much easier if you answered my questions. If I can’t get answers, I’ll go looking. I’m a terribly curious kind of person. It’s really a disease the Musketeers are working on.”
“I can’t believe you’re calling your therapists the Musketeers.”
He looks over and smiles, showing dimples. Holy crap, he’s handsome. I look away and clench my thighs. Maybe I should reconsider Dr. Olton’s invitation for a date. He’s been wanting to take me to dinner and a movie. He’s been persistent, and he’s handsome. I’ll need a date for Dina’s wedding too.
Connor taps his thumb on the wheel. “I don’t like waiting. I also hate it when I can’t figure something out. I pursue it until I either figure it out or kill it dead. You know what I mean?”’
“Not really.”
“Did you love your baby’s daddy?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Everything I make my business is my business.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “You are being intrusive. I don’t know you. I don’t have to answer you.”
Connor shakes his head and pulls his bottom lip through his teeth. “Aw, fuck, don’t do that. Better tell me what I want to know. We’re having such a nice conversation, and you go and leave me curious. It’ll drive me crazy now.”
“The Musketeers will help you with that.”
Connor laughs, then hits the gas, and instead of stopping at the red light, we power through it. My jaw goes slack, and I turn around just to be sure we really did run the light.
“That was a red light.”
“Red is my favorite color.”
“Thanks for sharing, but you should’ve stopped.”
“Tell me what I want to know.” We’re driving toward another stoplight that turns yellow, but Connor isn’t slowing down. I hold on to my seat belt as he races through it to the blare of honking horns, almost killing us both.
“Oh my God, you’re crazy!” I grip the door handle and hear the SUV’s locks engage.
“You want to jump out of a moving vehicle, and you call me crazy?”
“I wasn’t going to jump out.”
“What were you going to do, then?” He speeds up. Another traffic light turns yellow. There are more cars here as we’re approaching the downtown area. With a lurch, Connor drives the car up onto the sidewalk. Cursing pedestrians scramble out of his way.
“I did not love him!” I scream, and the lunatic slows down and rejoins the line of traffic, then stops at the next red light.
“See how easy that was?” he asks.
I press my hands over my heart. “I’m never riding in the car with you again.”
Connor opens the car’s cooler. He gives me a bottle of water. “Here you go, baby. Don’t die of a heart attack. I’m still having fun with you.”
The light turns green, but Connor parks the car, right there in the intersection. Everyone honks, but he won’t move.
“What else do you want to know?” I sink into the seat. We’re drawing so much attention.
“Why did you keep the baby you made with a man you didn’t love and knew couldn’t support you because he was dead?” Connor turns in his seat and pins me with those stunning blue eyes.