They had their first quarrel on the drive to the airport. In Parrish’s defense, Ransom started it. “You can drop me off curbside,” he said.
“Ransom, I’m your lover. I’ll park the car and go in with you.” He turned his head to glare at him.
“Keep your eyes on the road, please. Thank you. Now, you’ll drop me off at departures because that’s what I asked you to do.”
“I don’t think so.” Stubborn man. Why wouldn’t he let Parrish do this for him?
“Do I need to order you to obey me? I’m your boss, remember.”
“Only for two more weeks. Or for however long it takes me to train my replacement.”
“Dammit, Parrish—”
“Please. I won’t hold your hand or kiss you or embarrass both of us—”
“Did I embarrass you when I kissed you in front of Ms. Sayles?”
“—when you have to go through Security—what? Of
