Chapter Thirty-five

"What's going to happen to your power bike?" she asked him after they left the building in an Uber.

"I'll take care of it in the evening. I don't want to draw too much attention to this place, you know, for obvious reasons."

The driver, although quiet, was very obviously curious and invested in their conversation. But no one could blame him. He was carrying a celebrity in his car.

They drove quietly the rest of the way and she clung to him. She was extremely tired, both mentally and physically. She didn't want to think about Trevor now he was out, reminding herself she hadn't even been thinking of him all this while. After all, she'd made his mom happy by sending him home, so that had to add some credit to her goodwill.

When he woke her up, they were in front of his home. This house was his favorite as she had come to realize. They got into the house she had become accustomed to.

"Wait here," he told her as he limped further down, into a room to change.

She followed him.

"I asked