Page 24 of Risky Obsession

I squinted at the signpost, trying to decipher the German words.

“Take the second exit,” I said, guessing.

The lights turned green, and she made the turn, smoothly merging in with the peak hour traffic.

“Have you been to Germany before?” I asked.

“Nope. Have you?”

“Yes. A few years ago.”

Her brows nudged up her forehead. “Treasure hunting?”

“Always.”

“Aria said you owned an antique shop.”

“No, my grandfather did.”

“Oh, I must have heard her wrong.”

“Well, actually, I inherited his shop when Pops passed away.”

Her expression was a mixture of concern and curiosity. “So, you do have an antique shop?”

“I did. But it wasn’t the same without Pops around, so I closed it down.”

“You were close to your pops, then?”

“Yes. What about you? You close to your family?”

She fixed her gaze on the rear of the car in front. “I haven’t spoken to my parents in years.”

“I can relate to that.”

Frowning, she glanced at me. “Did your inheritance cause a rift?”

“Nope.”

She wasn’t the only one who could be elusive.

She didn’t probe though. Her grip on the steering wheel made the splint securing her pinky finger and ring finger together stick out like antennas.

“Is your hand okay?” I asked.

“My fingers are fine. Thanks.” She gave me a tight-lipped smile that told me not to ask.

Screw that.We had four weeks together. I planned to learn as much as I could about Tory Parmenter. “How did you crash your push bike?”

“Are you watching where we’re going?” She dodged my question.

“I’m watching, yes, but we haven’t decided onwherewe’re going.”

“I figured you’d want to take charge.”

“Really?” I cocked my eyebrow at her. “You’re the one who demanded to drive.”

She shrugged. “I get travel sick if I don’t.”