Page 274 of Bad Prince
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Another almost-smile.
I hesitate. Just for a second. Because I know—if I step toward him—this gets bigger. My life gets bigger.
Complicated.
Heavier.
But I didn’t call him to walk away now.
So I nod once.
“Okay.”
The SUV is exactly what you’d expect.
Black.
Polished.
Quiet inside like it absorbs sound.
I slide in first.
He follows.
The door closes.
And suddenly?—
it’s just us.
No awkward silence.
No forced small talk.
Just…
presence.
He studies me openly now.
Not in a creepy way.
Not like a man checking out a woman.
Like a man assessing something important.
Something… his.
“You found me fast,” I say.
“I don’t do anything slowly.”
Yeah.
That tracks.
I take another sip of coffee.
