Cole drove the ute through the hills, seeming to have some destination in mind. Wherever it was, though, he absolutely refused to tell Rylee. It was starting to drive her a little bit crazy.
“Come on, dude, just tell me where we are going.”
He smirked. “I already told you, it’s a surprise.”
“But you know I hate surprises.”
“You don’t have surprises, Rylee. You love surprises, but you’re too impatient to get to them.”
She pursed her lips in frustration, knowing he was right. Even after all this time, he still knew her so well. That was what she’d loved most about him. He knew exactly what she needed before she even did. Whether it was a hug or a bowl of soup, Cole had it ready for her.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll find the nearest business for 4×4 aluminium canopies and tell them that you have decided that you don’t like utes anymore.”
Cole tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “That is the most specific and least effective threat I’ve ever heard.”
Rylee crossed her arms over her chest. “I know,” she said softly. “But I had to try something.” After a moment of silence, she said, “So, now that you’ve found me, are you going to quit the property business and do something with utes instead? Maybe create the greatest ute toolbox for Melbourne tradies.”
“Ha, maybe,” Cole said. “I did have something else in mind, though.”
“What is it?” From the devilish smile Cole gave, she already knew the answer.
“You’ll have to wait. It’s a surprise.”
If Rylee could have crossed her arms harder, she would have. How could she possibly wait for two surprises?
They continued their drive through the hills of Robotopia. It was nice to be away from the chaos of the city. Out here, you could ignore a give way sign without a robot police hunting you down. Not that Rylee would have ever ignored a give way sign. Those were very important. But the fact that she could if she wanted to was just… liberating.