The Devil You Know (Dr. Jane McGill Book 2) by Freida McFadden

Author:Freida McFadden [McFadden, Freida]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Hollywood Upstairs Publishing
Published: 2017-05-28T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Ryan hasn’t managed to snag a much better parking spot than Ben did. The walk to his car seems interminable and it’s only gotten colder over the last two hours that I was at the party. Ryan has one of those Thinsulate coats that is a lot warmer than it looks, as well as a hat and scarf. I’m the only idiot who didn’t dress for the weather.

“You want my scarf, don’t you?” Ryan says.

“N-no,” I say. It’s hard to keep my teeth from chattering.

He rolls his eyes and unravels his scarf from his neck. I expect him to hand it to me, but instead, he gently wraps it around my neck, then tucks the ends into the neck of my coat. It’s oddly intimate. “There,” he says. “Better?”

I nod.

We walk the rest of the way in freezing silence. When Ryan gets out his keys and presses the button to unlock his car, I nearly burst out laughing when I see the headlights flash on a Porsche. It’s such a stereotypical arrogant surgeon car! It’s even red.

“What?” Ryan says.

“A red Porsche? Seriously?”

He grins at me. “Hey, I didn’t have a car for like fifteen years when I lived in the city. Now I get to have my Porsche.”

I have to admit, it’s a nice car. When I slide into the leather seat next to Ryan, I can appreciate why he likes it. It’s a lot nicer than the Prius. I’m further impressed when I see the stick shift. I had no idea he knew how to drive a stick. I can barely operate an automatic.

Ryan winks at me. “Want the top down?”

“Ha ha.”

“Where do you live?” he asks me. I give him my address and he nods, “That’s right on the way to my house.”

I can’t help but smirk, and Ryan raises his eyebrows at me. “Sorry,” I say. “It’s just hard for me to imagine the infamous Dr. Ryan Reilly with a house on Long Island.”

“Why?”

I nudge him. “You know. You were all about that bachelor pad you had in the city. Remember?”

He’s quiet for a second, as if remembering that one-bedroom apartment with the great view and expensive furniture. “Things change,” he says simply.

With those words, Ryan takes off. And I am extremely glad to be wearing a seatbelt, because oh my God, he drives fast. Ben always stays a steady five miles above the speed limit when he’s got me and Leah in the car, which is as slow as you can go without people honking angrily at you—he takes absolutely no pleasure in driving nor sees it as anything other than a way to get from Point A to Point B.

But I can tell that Ryan is really loving his Porsche. He grins as he weaves in and out of lanes, overtaking any car that dares travel within ten miles of the speed limit. Two people give us the finger before we get off the highway. I’m slightly frightened, but it’s also thrilling. I mean, if you’re in a Porsche, you may as well be going really fast.

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