Why not? came the question on that same sort of odd wafting breeze of thought.
“OK, now you did talk,” I said, snapping the seat belt into place before poking him on the arm.
“I did not.”
“Don’t try to make me think I’m the odd one in this car, because you’re winning not only the tiara but the cape and bouquet when it comes to that.”
He sighed a martyred sigh and muttered something under his breath in a language I didn’t know.
“And now you’re saying things about me in a language I don’t speak, which is all shades of rude.” I crossed my arms and looked out of the window at the passing night. “I would never speak behind the back of someone I kidnapped.”
“I apologize. Next time, I will a***e you to your face.”
“Thank you,” I said, giving him a smile that I didn’t wholly feel he deserve
