Page 75 of It's About Time
Dilynne glares at me and then smacks me across the face with her bra.
“Jesus! What the hell, Dilynne?”
“Well, clearly no one ever taught you how you should speak to women. One woman refused to marry you, and if you keep that shit up, this fake fiancée of yours is going to dump your ass too.”
The corner of my mouth tips up. “I was only joking, Dilynne. That’s what we do, right?”
She darts her gaze from mine. “Yeah, well…I’m not really in the mood for that kind of banter tonight, all right?”
That’s when I notice the dark circles under her eyes. “Everything okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“That was hardly believable.” She glares at me again, but I keep talking. “Where do you have to go to pick up the gauges?”
“Georgia.”
“Ah… That’s a long drive.”
“Yeah, but not one I haven’t made before.”
“Need some company?”
She turns to look at me, her brows drawn together tightly. “You’re offering to go with me?”
I shrug, trying to brush off my offer. “I mean, I think it would give us some time to talk about Motorlux and what I can expect when we’re there. If it’s going to be a week-long affair, I’d like to be prepared.”
She turns back to look at the car. “I appreciate the offer, but…”
“Dilynne, it’s just acar ride.”
She inhales deeply and then sighs. “Fine. Yeah, I guess it would give us time to talk.”
“What kind of Porsche is this anyway?” I ask, pointing to the one that’s clearly her project for the show.
“A 1950 Porsche 356. I debated between this and a 1962 Chevy Corvette, but there was something about Betty that spoke to me. Maybe next time I’ll restore a Corvette. It is another one of my dream restorations, after all.”
“I couldn’t tell you the difference between the two.”
She rolls her eyes. “Trust me, I’m aware.”
“You seem to still be irritated.”
“Well, you have that effect on me.”
My smirk appears effortlessly. “You sure it’s just me that’s got you in a mood?”
She sighs again. “Look, it’s not a big deal…”
“Does it have anything to do with the press junket last Saturday?”
She slowly turns to face me. “Did you…watch it?”
Shrugging, I turn back to the car in front of us so she doesn’t read too much into my response. “I did. I mean, that’s what a supportive fiancé would do, right?”
She flings her bra off to the side and then turns to face me head-on, her hands back on her hips. “What’s going on, Elliot?”
“Nothing.”
