She could read whatever she wanted to him. Booker would listen because he might have to bullshit a conversation about tennis at some point. He might even bore himself by reading golf articles to make sure he's up to date.

"You're gonna like this. It's comfortable." He brings her hand up and kisses her knuckles before he turns for the expensive parking at the airport. They'll leave the car there so it didn't matter how much the lot cost. They'd never come back for the car.

He found a spot, parked, and finally let go of her hand. "Wipe down the inside I'll get the bags and wipe the outside." No fingerprints. Nile's were in the system. They didn't want to get flagged when someone searched the car.