Page 55 of No Need to Run
“My sister and I.”
“Oh, yeah. You mentioned that at the bar.” He taps his fingers, his eyes on the road. “Do you work remotely?”
A smile pulls at my lips.
He’s tapping his left hand. He’s nervous.
“Yes. It’s easier. Plus, most of our clients are spread out. Most in the United States, but some internationally.”
“Sounds nice...” His eyes flick to me. “For you.” He rubs the back of his neck before his hand goes back to the steering wheel. “And your sister.”
I laugh. “Yes. It is a good career for me. And for her.”
He glances over at me, his expression conveying what he thinks of people.
He’s so introverted. It’s cute.
I smile. “Just like being an accountant is good for you.”
He shrugs. “Mostly. Some days it tests my patience.”
“I can relate. I love my job... but some days, clients test mine.”
He studies me for a second longer than before. “I can only imagine. Dealing with the public is not my thing.”
“I know.”
He glances at me, a surprised look on his face.
“You don’t strike me as the type who’s comfortable dealing with customer chaos,” I add.
His grip on the steering wheel relaxes. He makes a face. “Sounds awful. I can’t imagine anything worse.”
I laugh and relax against the seat.
Silence settles between us. It’s not uncomfortable. Just… aware.
I let my gaze drift over him.
The way his hands move across the steering wheel.
The way he glances at me before quickly looking back at the road.
“You’re easy to talk to,” he says suddenly.
That surprises me.
It’s honest. Unfiltered.
I turn slightly toward him. “You sound like that caught you off guard.”
He lets out a quiet laugh. “A little. I’m not usually great with… this.”
“This?” I echo.
He gestures vaguely between us. “Meeting someone. Talking. Not overthinking every word I say.”
“You don’t seem like you’re struggling.”
