Elizabeth opened the door and slid into the passenger seat of the classic car. As her hand reached out to close the door behind her Sawyer cleared his throat and she stopped.
“I would appreciate it if you refrained from slamming the door this time, Elizabeth. The car didn’t do anything to upset you.”
“You are the absolute worst sometimes.”
She closed the door especially carefully, despite her disgruntled response to him.
“I’m not a materialistic man, despite the surroundings I grew up in, and I do not consider myself to be overly sentimental, either. But my car and my cat are two things which mean a great deal to me. They both brought me a little joy and comfort while I was living alone. I’m not ashamed to admit that, and you definitely know that, or you wouldn’t have slammed the door
