Chapter 7

STRIKER

Days went by smoothly until the weekend. London and I were still strangers. She seemed guarded all the time, and I also kept my distance.

Considering we lived under the same roof, I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t cross the line again. I couldn’t afford to break her trust.

“I thought we were going as friends.” I turned to look at her, going to the non-existence backseat door.

“Sorry.” She pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.

“I opened the door, Vanderford.”

“Sorry, okay. I didn’t also realize it doesn’t have a backseat door.” She climbed in, and I shut the door before her.

She was fastening her seatbelt when I got into the driver’s seat when she said, “I like your car.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s classic. Where did you get this?” I was glad she appreciated the classics. I loved my Aston Martin DB4. I wouldn’t change it with anything.

“Dad’s gift on my 25th birthday.”

“Are you a Bond fan?”

“Not reall