7.2

He searched her eyes, but couldn’t read her. Something was going on in there, likely something that had a lot to do with that uncertainty she’d spoken of when they’d run into each other earlier that morning. He wasn’t sure that should matter. It was her issue. She was an adult, making her own choices.

“Good point. So . . . what do you want to do? For fun.”

She held his gaze, then slowly straightened in her seat, trapping his fingertips under the seat belt as it was pulled taut once more. “I want to hijack you.”

His eyes widened briefly. The exceedingly snug fit of his jeans, however, remained an abruptly increasing concern. “Don’t you have a rehearsal to get to? A sister in dire need of white gravel?”

“We can drop the gravel off at Gus’s. She’ll understand the rest. It was her idea, after all.”

“I’m thinking maybe I was too quick to judge your sister. We are talking about the same one?”

“Crazy chick in the wacked-out bridesmaid dress driving the Prius?” she said, settling in her seat