Calla's phone buzzed—again.
Vincent glanced at her sideways. "You need to get that?"
"Nope." She rolled her eyes. "Steph's up in arms about the student
council election. Hayley Singleton is trying to ruin her very tall
ambitions, you know."
His answering grin took her breath away. "Oh. We all know."
She leaned across the center console, placing a strategic hand on his knee. "Where are we going?"
His eyes bounced from her hand to the road ahead. "I told you." He
swallowed. "It's a surprise."
"Hmm." Her hand drifted to his thigh. "I don't like surprises."
"Calla," he warned, voice hoarse.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You're being very stubborn, you
know."
He shifted, frustration evident in the tense set to his jaw. "And
you're being...being..." He struggled to find the right
