She answered every question as sincerely as she could.
In the end, Noreen couldn’t take it anymore. She clamped a hand over Claire’s mouth, restoring some peace and quiet to the car.
Just then, they pulled up outside the hotel where Noreen was staying.
Before Noreen could get out, Padgett Novak leaned forward and asked what time her flight was the next day.
Claire caught on to his intentions in a flash and blurted out Noreen’s departure time before Noreen could even stop her.
Padgett just laughed and said goodbye to both of them.
Only after his car had driven away did Noreen pinch Claire’s waist in exasperation. “Claire, what exactly are you trying to do?”
Claire planted her hands on her hips. “You’ve decided to start a new life, haven’t you? That means it’s time to meet new men!”
She grinned. “Padgett Novak’s not bad. Give him a chance.”
Noreen rolled her eyes heavenward and finally sighed out a line of hard-earned wisdom. “Men only ever slow me down from making money, got it?”
Early the next morning, Padgett Novak showed up at Noreen’s hotel right on time, offering to drive her to the airport.
Noreen would have loved nothing more than to run back upstairs, drag Claire out of bed, and give her a piece of her mind.
But Padgett was already standing in the lobby. Refusing him now would just be rude.
So she got in the car.
To his credit, Padgett kept the conversation light, never once bringing up anything that made Noreen uncomfortable.
From their small talk, she learned he was home on vacation to visit his family and would be heading back to work next week.
He personally saw her all the way to the gate. As soon as she walked inside, Padgett turned to leave—only to bump right into Henry.
“What are you doing here?” Henry asked, surprised.
“Just dropping off a friend,” Padgett replied.
Henry arched an eyebrow. “You realize your house is all the way across Northcrest from the airport. What kind of friend is important enough to get you up at four in the morning to play chauffeur?”
Padgett just smiled and left it at that. “Just a friend.”
Henry wasn’t buying it. “A girl, right? The one you like?”
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