I get right down to business. The hell with formalities. “You could say that,” Brian mutters noncommittally as he merges back onto the road, driving away from the marina. “Like…?” I don’t even buckle my seatbelt. Instead, I swing my left leg onto the seat and study his profile. He’s not giving me much to work with. His jaw is tight and he seems beat. I can just imagine what must’ve gone on back at the timeshare. “For the longest time, she wouldn’t tell me her social security number.” He drums his nails against the steering wheel, waiting for a pair of bicyclists to utilize the crosswalk. “So what does that have to do with anything?” If he’s going to begin a conversation in left field, he better start making sense. I don’t have the patience to solve some complex riddle if he keeps talking in circles. “But I got it today.” He continues like he didn’t hear a word I said.
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