She looks over.
“What would ruin it?”
“A bar.”
“Agreed.”
“Party.”
“Definitely.”
“My place.”
Her eyebrows rise.
I glance at her.
“That was a joke.”
“It wasn’t a very convincing one.”
“I’m behaving.”
“So far.”
I drive another block.
Then I remember somewhere Coach took us after a team dinner last year.
Not a restaurant.
Not really anything.
A narrow road climbs into the hills west of campus. Juniper Ridge Road. Mostly houses, trees, cyclists during daylight, and a small county overlook near the top.
At night, the valley spreads below it.
Lights forever.
I turn toward the hills.
“Trust me.”
Hannah snorts.
“Strong choice of words.”
“Give me fifteen minutes.”
“Are you taking me somewhere to murder me?”
“You think I dressed like this to commit murder?”
She looks at my sweater.
“You do look unusually respectable.”
“I changed three times.”