Ethan's POV
I led Stella to the SUV, opening the passenger door exaggeratedly.
"What happened to the sports car?" She slid into the leather seat, running her hand over the dashboard. "Not feeling so flashy now?"
"After that gear shift incident?" I closed her door and walked around to the driver's side. "I figured we both deserved a break from physical therapy."
"Smart man." She shifted in her seat as I started the engine. "I must admit, the sports car did have a certain appeal."
"You mean besides attacking your hip?"
"Maybe." Her fingers traced patterns on the center console. "It had character."
"Character?" I pulled out of the parking garage. "Is that what we're calling near-death by gear shift now?"
"Don't be dramatic." She leaned over, her breath warm against my ear. "I seem to
