My Father's Best Friend novel Chapter 30

"Just pull up here," Andrea said as Holden round up a curb.

"Okay," he decelerated smoothly and parked near the end of the sidewalk.

Andrea thanked Holden and removed the seatbelt around her and was about to go out when Holden's firm hand gripped her arm, surprising her.

"Yeah?" Andrea asked.

"How will I get my wallet?" Holden asked back.

Andrea's eyes narrowed to slits, his wallet?

Holden raised a brow and nod his head forward as if urging her to think more. Andrea frowned and thought about it. Wallet, wallet, wallet, wallet.... Ohhh his wallet!

"Oh, uhm, I guess we could meet up tomorrow," she offered.

Holden looked at her and smiled, "Sure, what time?" he asked.

"How about lunch?" she offered.

He nodded, "Can I have your number?"

"What for?"

"So, I can contact you about my wallet," he answered.

Andrea's mouth formed an 'O' and held out her hand for his phone. Holden put it on her waiting hand, and she tapped in her digits.

"So, I guess I'm free to go?" Andrea said and looked at him.

"Yeah, goodnight," he said, and Andrea mumbled her thanks again and got out.

She let him drop her off three blocks away from her condominium so after his car disappeared, she walked to her apartment. She felt her phone vibrate in the pocket of her jeans, so she took it and saw the tow service is calling.

"Hello," she answered.

"Miss Owen, your car is already on your parking spot as instructed," answered the deep voice from the other line.

"Thank you," she said.

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Andrea laughed melodiously, "Gosh, Lance! Of course not, I'm just kidding,"

Lance frowned but then a smile crept slowly on his face, "Well don't joke around with that kind of stuffs," he scolded

"Yes, sir," Andrea said with a hint of a pout in her voice.

"Don't be such a kid, anyways, have you eaten?"

"Yeah, how about you?"

"Yeah, I was just about to start work,"

"That's great, by the way, why did you call?"

"Can't I miss you?" he said, casually and hearing Andrea's breathing hitch, he wanted to punch his own face.

"Lance, the younger Mr. McKinley is here, talk to you later, bye!" she said, monotonously, hanging up the phone.

"Well, I'm damned," Lance said as he let his phone fall off his hand, not caring where it landed.