Malcolm's mouth opened like he had something to say — then shut again. Then opened. "Uh… no. No, I didn't," he finally got out, stumbling over his words, clearly thrown off.
I let out a long, shaky breath. It wasn't much, but a bit of the tightness in my chest eased. Like I could breathe again.
"Where, then?" I asked, the question tumbling out faster than I meant it to. My voice wobbled slightly, but I tried to keep it steady. "Where did you parked it?"
"The mechanic's workshop," he said, his brows drawn together. "It needed something fixed, so I left it there yesterday... "
I nodded, the tension in my shoulders dropping just a little more. I blew out a breath through my mouth. "Okay. That's good."
"Okay... but seriously, Ash…" He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing with concern. "Why does it matter where I parked?"
I stared at him, baffled. Was he serious?
"Are you kidding me right now?" I said, my voice rising before I could stop it.
