The drive home was intensely awkward. The once plush leather interior now felt stiff and unwelcoming to Nathan, all because Rosie sat rigidly in the back, scrolling through her tablet.
He peered at her though the rearview mirror. The distance between them was huge, like he was the designated driver and she was the businesswoman who wanted to get home early. Nathan didn’t like this distance between them, and especially with how they were going about it.
He cleared his throat to get her attention, but Rosie didn’t look at him.
“You’re mad at me,” he blurted.
She still didn’t look at him, but her reply was sharp. “No.”
“Rosie, you and I know that’s not true and that you’re mad at me.”
She let out a sharp breath, but her gaze did not leave her tablet once. “I’m not mad at you, Nathan. Wh
