Ryder pulls back from the kiss before whispering something in her ear, and she nods. She pecks his lips again before walking toward Leo and me. I sling my arm around her shoulders and lead her outside. She shrugs off my arm again and walks over to my Range Rover. What the hell?
She turns back. “No way in hell I’m riding with you in that car.”
My mouth pops open. “Why not?”
“Because you’re a maniac, that’s why.” She shudders, probably remembering the last time I was behind the wheel of this car and almost ran us over a cliff. In my defense, the cliff jumped out in front of me, and I stopped in time.
I huff. “Fine,” I say before tossing my key fob to Leo, and he catches it one-handed. “Precious cargo,” I remind him before sliding the seat back and getting comfortable behind the wheel. Go
