Quinn leaned back in the car seat and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. They hadn’t spoken much since last night in the hotel and the words they did say were mandatory, like “what car” or “what food”. She engaged as little as possible with him and only looked over every once in a while. Each time he tried to catch her eye, she avoided.
He’d underestimated her skill at checking out. She was excellent at seeming unbothered, but he could tell. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Her red hair shined again as it cascaded down her shoulder in tidier waves than before. He wanted to tangle his hands in her fiery hair; it would answer the question of how soft her hair was.
“Quinn!” Sawyer’s voice was sharp as her hand darted forward.
Quinn’s attention turned to the road and
