'Nonsense, I'll drive you to the airport.'
The words won't leave my head, the man's rich baritone echoing with his unbridled laughter. After JunJie pulled up a long face when I asked him a ride to Birmingham on Boxing Day, it was Sherry's father who came to the rescue. One I'd rather avoid, if I could.
It's not that there's anything wrong with him, man's charming and a good conversationalist, but he kept the entire Christmas lunch staring at me with a questioning glare, appraising and studying me - as if I was some sort of rare bird the likes of which he'd never seen. As if he was trying to make up his mind whether I'm dangerous or not. So when he offered to drive me, I found it impossible to say no, especially with Jai acting like it was the best thing to happen. I think he was worried Schiavone might not approve of me, and the man's offer sounded like a seal of approval to him. It sounded the exact opposite to me. I'm now on my way to the ride from hell.