When we reached the exit gate, I could see that Bane had parked his car only a few feet past the gate. That seemed odd. It was as if he’d planned this.
“I see you got special parking. Convenient, huh?”
“I’m special,” he teased.
“Whatever!” I blew out an annoying laugh. Why did I bother asking?
I went to the passenger’s side, but Bane had beaten me to the punch. He’d already had the door opened, arm extended. Surprise struck me as our eyes touched. “Can’t a guy open the door for a lady?” He flashed a dimpled smile.
I rolled my eyes. “I think women are more liberated these days. You didn’t get the memo?”
“Au contraire, mon ami,” he smiled. “It is my long experience that I find a woman appreciates a man’s endeavors.”
I laughed. “Long experience and endeavors? Since you were an infant?”
