She said offhandedly, “It’s just a visit. Just felt like seeing you.”
“That’s nice.” He gazed past her. “You make a habit of calling on people at two-thirty in the morning?”
She shrugged lightly. “I was hoping you wouldn’t be asleep.”
“If I was, you’d probably wake me up. Maybe you’d force the door open and break into my room.”
“Not really,” she said. “I never take it that far.”
He gave her a side glance. “I’m not so sure about that.”
It was quiet for a few moments. Then she said, “Like to go for a ride?”
It caught him off guard. He frowned at her, his eyes asking questions that were aimed mostly at himself.
She said, “It’s a perfect night for a ride.” She pointed backward to the car. “The top is down and we’ll get a breeze. Nice way to cool off.”
Before he realized what he was doing, he stood up and followed her to the car. It was a pale gray MG with yellow leather upholstery.