‘Yes, we’ll wander.’ I return my stare forward, noticing the dual temperature display glowing the digits ‘16’, just as they were last time, except now it’s far warmer. I look across at him, surprised, but don’t delay my answer. ‘So what are we doing?’ I enquire again as I pull my belt across my body. The door is shut gently and he’s beside me, starting the car and pulling off before I have a chance to put my seat belt on. ‘Get in.’ He opens the door of his Mercedes for me, and I slip into the soft leather of the passenger seat. I glance up at him with resigned eyes and ignore his questioning look when he catches it. ‘I’ll deliver Olivia home later,’ Miller says, back to formal, just as the front door shuts behind us. ‘Bye, Nan!’ I call, not being given the opportunity to find her. ‘Enough of that,’ he scolds me quietly as we take the stairs. ‘Well, you all suited and booted and me’ – I look down, searching for the right word – ‘cutesy.’ I can’t think of a better one. His face contorts with a frown as he approaches and takes my nape, leading me out of the bedroom. ‘People must think we’re a strange match.’ I smile and collect my satchel, throwing it across my body, allowing myself a few riveting moments to regard Miller’s preciseness.
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