CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

They continued talking about land and real estate until they finished dinner.

"So, you're really not going to my place?" Ryan asked on their way out.

"I have work tomorrow, Ryan, and sleeping at your place means no sleeping at all,"

Claire said, and it made him laugh amusedly. "Oh, so I'm a clown now?"

"No, you're just being silly. And clown? Isn't that supposed to be my catchphrase?" Ryan queried while opening the car door for her.

"You stole Bruno's, why can't I steal yours? And I thought you were drunk last night; you still remember it?" She was baffled, wondering how much he managed to hear last night.

"I was drunk, but it doesn't mean I lost my mind." Ryan grinned.

They arrived at Claire's around nine o'clock. At the same time, Jorge had also arrived.

He was exiting from the taxi as she clambered off Ryan's car.

"Claire. Hi," Jorge greeted, a little surprised that she was brought in a man's car.

"Hi, Jorge. Why the taxi? Don't tell me your car broke down again," Claire replied, r