“Sandro?” I softly called and straightened on my seat. I caught his left brow as he gave me a sideways look. “What do you like about Levi?”
Randy peeked at me through the rearview mirror. Sandro cleared his throat. “I don’t know what this is, Miss Roxette. Do you want the truths or the lies?”
I grimaced and complained, “The world knows you hate him.”
He deliberately nodded and said nothing. I was silently sulking at the back in his response. When he glanced at me, I rolled my eyes at him.
“So you really have nothing you like about him? His looks? The attitude?” He was shaking his head. “He cared for me, Sandro. I think his feelings for me are genuine.”
He nodded his agreement to that. I moved on the edge of the seat and held onto the backrest of his seat. “Really?”
“It’s not somethin
