Darren sat behind the wheel, one hand draped over the door, the other spinning his keys.
"Babe," Lucy greeted, smiling sweetly as she stepped out.
"Hey," Darren replied, his grin polite but strained.
"You mind if my brother rides with us?" she asked.
Darren's smile flickered. After Dax had blackmailed him once and stolen his favorite suit, the guy had every reason to despise him, but he played nice for Lucy's sake.
"Sure," he said, jaw tight.
Upstairs, Dax grinned as he zipped up his backpack. He'd overheard the conversation perfectly. "That's my ticket," he murmured with smug satisfaction.
