Roseanne turned her head.
Corley met her gaze. "What's up?"
"Mr. Sullivan, I seem to have troubled you again."
He paused for a moment, then gave a slight smile. "I don't mind being troubled by you."
Roseanne looked down. "But your affection, all I have to offer in return is a thank you. Is it worth it?"
A double entendre.
Corley hadn't expected her to be so direct. He paused, but his smile didn't waver. "You've always been clear about your feelings, and so have I. Saying no is your right, but continuing is my choice. I believe—"
Roseanne looked up.
He met her eyes, speaking slowly, "Good things come to those who wait. If it hasn't happened yet, it's just not the right time."
"What if the right time never comes?" she asked.
"Then I'll keep waiting."
"You might end up disappointed," she said.
"I'm willing to take that risk," he replied easily.
Roseanne climbed into the car, taking the passenger seat. She shrugged off her jacket, smoothing out the wrinkles before handing it back to him.
Corley motioned for her to toss it in the back seat, then started the engine and pulled away from the curb.
As they drove, they talked about what had happened earlier. Roseanne mentioned, almost offhandedly, "…it's a good thing my driving instructor taught me how to handle being blinded by high beams. Otherwise, I might not have hit the brakes in time and would have swerved right…"
And to the right, there was a guard rail. Beyond that, a father and two kids. If any of them had darted out, it would have been a disaster.
"Owen Reynolds?" Corley zeroed in on the name. "He's been helping you? How's he doing that?"
Without giving it much thought, Roseanne replied honestly, "Mr. Reynolds has been helping me practice driving lately."
Corley's eyes narrowed slightly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he casually responded, "Isn't he busy? How does he find the time?"
"I guess he's not too busy. He's been home on weekends lately."
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