MEREDITH:
As we drove back to Miles's house, I stole glances at him. "We didn't have time to get to know each other. How are we going to bluff our way through the occasion?"
"s**t!" He ran a frustrated hand through his unkempt hair before returning it to the gear shift. "We can practice as you get ready."
"That isn't enough time to take in many details. It would seem so unnatural."
His hand suddenly moved from the gear to my thigh, and I tensed. He withdrew his hand, sighing as he gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. Leaning his head back, he watched me with ill-concealed impatience. "I think we have to get rid of your stiffness whenever I touch you, Meredith. It will give us away."
"I'm not used to it," I admitted, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "You, ah, usuall
