Adam insisted that Katie sit in the back seat with her injured leg stretched out in front of her. Ignoring her protests, he scooped her up and deposited her in the car. The women watching in the impound office almost swooned with delight.
“Seat belt,” he said just before shutting the door.
She waited until he was in the car. “This is so dumb, Adam. I mean, I feel like you’re my chauffeur or something.”
He grinned at her in the rearview mirror. “Well, I kind of am, aren’t I?”
She paused. “Maybe. In a way.”
They smiled at each other. Katie felt butterflies in her stomach; Adam had to tear his eyes away from her face.
She looked… well. The only word for it was amazing. She had entered the hospital bathroom with her hair all messed up and her makeup running under her eyes. She had emerge
