And he was not thinking about Megan in a bikini. No, no he was not. He was very carefully watching the road, and not thinking about it. "It wasn't too bad, she drug me down to a cafe and wouldn't let me sit at the same table as her. Apparently I cramp her style, or something," he said rolling his eyes. "So I read and made sure she didn't run off with any of the locals."
He glanced over and gave her a grin before turning his attention back to the road. "Oh sure, I could have expounded on all the cultural opportunities in New York. She wouldn't have stood a chance. That would be fun, though. No parents, no siblings." Just Meg and him. Alone. He had to admit that the idea was just slightly terrifying, as well, even if he seemed to be doing well enough at the moment. "Can't we just skip ahead to the having fun with you?"