Chapter 58

“See? You and McAvoy arerelated!” His carefree grin would not sway my bad humor. I said nothing.

“No last name?”

“That’s all you’re gonna get.” I turned on the engine.

“My name’s Lance Lamas.” Which made me think of Falcon Crest, my mother’s vintage soap opera of choice, next to Dallas

“Fine. We done?”

“Not yet. I wa—”

“Good night.”

I rolled up the window, forcing him to step back. I put the car in gear and drove off, but couldn’t help taking a peek at the rearview mirror. White coat—Lance—stood there, hands in his pockets, as he watched me motor away. He seemed…forlorn, which was crazy since I barely knew the man, and he’d been the one pushing me to…whatever.