Chapter 29: Hendrix

Hendrix

The city's large buildings came into focus then, all lit up in an array of light. She snuggled in closer while taking another sip from her glass, and I followed her lead.

Together we drank half the bottle before reaching the start of the seven-mile bridge.

"So, tell me about yourself, Miss Carter. Likes and dislikes." It was almost painful to hold in my laugh at how her eyes narrowed. "What makes you tick?"

"That's a question that might require a lengthy reply." Turning sideways in my lap, she curled her arm around the back of my neck. Fingers playing with the short hairs there. "You ready to sit here and be bored by that mumbo jumbo?"

This time I laughed. "Find that hard to believe, nymph."

"Tit for tat?" she whispered before kissing my cheek. "If I bleed, so do you. Embarrassing anecdotes get you extra points."

"Deal." Bullshit.

A waiter came out then, in his hands a large tray which he set on a little station near the table. Salad, a lobster bisque, and our entrees of Pan-