Saturday
“Are you alright?” Cameron asked as they returned to the car.
“Yeah,” she said. “You drive though. I don’t think I can concentrate.”
“All the more reason you should drive,” he replied, passing her the keys. “You’re going to get behind the wheel when you’re not well, when you’ve had to put your dog down, after getting fired from work, after hitting a bird, with the kids screaming in the back seat… You’re not always going to be focused. You must learn to drive and put other things out of your head.”
Their eyes met and held for a long moment, and she felt herself waiver. “Okay,” she sighed, taking the keys. “But you better pay attention in case I f**k up.”
“Nup,” he replied cheerfully putting the groceries into the back seat. “Otherwise, you’ll rely on me to do the thinking for
