Lengths of Trust [8]

(Malory)

“But it’s so cold,” I say, shivering, “Why don’t you wait till tomorrow –we can head out bright and early.”

“You’re being difficult, Mal,” Grey tells me. “It’s the perfect weather for an evening drive –and I’m only going to be here for so long.”

“You have two more weeks,” I remind him. “An evening drive can wait. Besides, there’s bound to be traffic everywhere with everyone doing their last minute Christmas shopping.”

“Malory, look at me,” he says, pointing to his face, “Do I look like I care? I can surgically amend my expression if so. I don’t.”

“Right, I forgot you’re filthy rich,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Don’t you think my mom would want to go with us?”

“She’s sleeping –she deserves the rest after being away for so long,” he tells me. “And you’re smart enough that I trust you to get us around without getting us lost –plus you probably know some great places we can go.”

I groan. “Greeeeyyyy,” I whine. “I do not feel like moving from this bed.”