“No problem.”
“Well, have a safe trip.” I nodded toward my train. “I go that way.”
“No, you don’t.” Merrick lifted his chin. “You go that way.”
I wrinkled my nose but followed his line of sight. The dark Town Car he’d dropped me off in the other night was waiting at the curb. The driver stepped out and opened the back door.
“It’s after eight. My employees take a car service home if they work this late.”
“That’s very generous of you, but I’m fine on the subway.”
“I’m sure you are. Take the car anyway.”
I squinted. “Back to being bossy, I see.”
“Back to being a pain in my ass, I see.” He tried to keep his face stern, but he couldn’t hide the amusement in his eyes. “Goodnight, Ms. Vaughn.”
“Doctor Vaughn.”
His lip twitched, but he said nothing more. So I walked to the car. Before I climbed in, I looked back to say goodbye and caught Merrick’s eyes glued to my ass. I expected a sheepish look, or feigned embarrassment, at least—like I’d felt when I’d gotten caught checking him out the other day.
But there was not a morsel of either to be found.