“Fine,” she snapped. "Whatever makes you happy."
“Rule number two: we do not, under any circumstances whatsoever, discuss the f*****g pictures you took of me in bad light. Agreed?”
“The light is not bad! You’re just –”
Adam shook his head. “No discussion.”
She glared some more. “Fine.”
“OK, let’s go.”
Katie opened her door and slumped down in her seat, wondering if maybe she should have taken her chances on the train, even if it had meant eleven transfers and bad weather between Colorado and Nevada. Anything had to be better than this.
Adam started the car. “Seat belt.”
“Are you kidding me?” she said, staring at him wide-eyed. “Am I five years old?”
“Well, you’re acting like a five-year-old,” he said. “And we don’t move one inch until you’re buckled up.”
She huffed. “Your car, y
