a job and a suitcase

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Derek's P.O.V. “If you feel tired, I’d be happy to drive for a while.” Jessica’s voice burst through my bubble of thoughts. I gave her a quick look as if what she had just told me was nuts. Which in my opinion, it was. “It’s fine sugar, I’ll drive,” I answered her matter of factly, seeing how she sighed deeply, her eyes sinking back to the road in front of us as she placed her elbow against the window and leaned her head against her hand. “Sexist much?” she asked me as if she was thinking out loud, feeling how my knuckles turned white around the steering wheel. The little minx was trying to push my buttons, and succeeding as well. But I wasn’t going to bite into her bait, not this time. “Call me old-fashioned, but I like to drive my woman around,” I said, seeing how a small smile sprea

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