"Hurry, before she decides to come out here and ask us all back in," Marv said as he slid into his seat and shut the door. "I do love that woman, but she is hard to get away fromsometimes."
I heard the click of his seat belt, and Bellamy stared at me until I refastened my own. I peered over my shoulder as Marv pulled out his cell phone and began typing away. He looked both young and refined in his tailored gray suit. It was cute in a childish way with his hair mussed, likely from his mom's petting. I had seen many moms ruffle their kids' hair, even though mine never had. He didn't move to fixit.
"Gonna stare at me the entire time or you gonna ask something?" I jumped at the question. Marv hadn't even lifted his eyes, but I knew his inquiry was meant for me. Bellamy wasn'tstaring.
"Sorry," I mumbled, twisting back and leaning against the leather seat, though I still peeked at him through the rearview mirror. Marv swiped his finger across his screen a few more times before raising the phone to hisear.
"Hey, we're on theway."
His voice rose above the silence in the car. I wished Bellamy would have turned on the radio again. I didn't feel comfortable doing it myself because it would seem rude now that Marv was on the phone, but without the radio, it felt too much likeeavesdropping.
"Yes, we have Harlow." My eyebrows rose. He was talking about me, and my eyes strayed back to the rearview mirror, watching him. "He just got me. We'll be there in a few minutes. Make sure to clean up your mess. We wouldn't want to lose her in your mountain oftrash."
I heard the brief ending of whoever Marv was talking to as he pulled the phone away from his ear. They wereyelling.
"–not trash! It'sequipment!"
"Yea, yea. I'm sure all of the ladies like your equipment. Be theresoon."
Marv ended the call and set the phone down on the seat before looking up and catching my eyes. I blushed, sinking as far as I could into the seat so that he couldn't use the rearview mirror, himself, as a spyglass.