Ainsley grinned back. He took no offence. He knew he wasn't exactly an interesting guy with an awesome life. Anyway, even if he had been inclined to share the information about Hannah, most potential hookups didn't actually want to know about it. There wasn't a hell of a lot that was unsexier than a three-year-old kid to a young twenty-something on the prowl.
"Must suck to have to leave this car behind when you go," he observed. "Or do you have others waiting for you in each port?" he asked with a smirk. "An Aston in England, a Beemer in Germany. A Ferrari in Italy?"
They approached a corner, and Ainsley lifted a hand and pointed. "Left here."