Reynolds

Is he seriously trying to pick her up when I’m right fucking here?

“If it were me you were talking to, doll, I wouldn’t have stood you up.”

“Just wondering what the title for my murder documentary will be,” I tell him without thinking.

“What?” His brows drag together as he lets out a low chuckle.

“Well, I don’t have my phone, I hardly know you, and now I’m in your car, and no one knows where I am.” I shrug one shoulder.