“Oh, my God that was exhausting.” I told James when we were on our way home.
“You did well, Sugar.” James chuckled, “Sorry about that South Africa thing, I don’t know what came over me. It just slipped out.”
“Your grandfather is scary. And your father knows we’re lying. I’m sure of it.” I wasn’t being paranoid.
James laughed it off. “Don’t worry about it. Even if he does, he can’t stop us.” James turned a corner so fast I was thrown towards him. My hand landed on his thigh to steady myself.
I pulled it away so fast like he was hot metal. “Sorry, sorry.”
James glimpsed at me a cheeky smile on his lips. “You have nothing to apologize for. If you want to touch my leg, it’s fine by me.”
“Oh, get over yourself, will you.” I stared out the window and he chuckled.
“By the way, I got a text from Arthur saying he’ll see us tomorrow with the draft of our agreement.”
“Really? Wow, that’s fast.”
