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She snagged the keys from his hand. “Don’t think so.”
“Hey, I drove the Beast, okay?” he said, referring to the presidential limo.
She eyed the rental car tag. “Then the Ford Hybrid you reserved will be no challenge. It’ll probably take me a day just to get it up to sixty. I’ll spare you the pain and humiliation.”
She got an extra-large black coffee. Sean bought a donut with sprinkles and sat in the passenger seat eating it. He dusted off his hands and moved the seat back as far as possible in the compact car, and still his six-foot-two-inch frame was bent uncomfortably. He finally ended up putting his feet on the dash.
Noting this, Michelle said, “Air bag pops out of there, it’ll smash your feet right through the glass and amputate them when they hit the metal roof.”
He glanced at her, a frown eclipsing his normally calm features. “Then don’t do anything to make it pop.”
“I can’t control other drivers.”
“Well, you insisted on being the wheelman—excuse me, wheelperson. So do the best you can to keep me safe and comfortable.”
“All right, master,” she snapped.
After a mile of silence Michelle said, “We sound like an old married couple.”
He looked at her again. “We’re not old and we’re not married. Unless you really slipped something by me.”
She hesitated and then just said it: “But we have slept together.”
Sean started to reply but then seemed to think better of it. What came out instead seemed to be a grunt.
“It changes things,” she said.
“Why does it change things?”
“It’s not just business anymore. It’s personal. The line has been crossed.”
He sat up straight, removing his feet from the perilous reach of the air bag. “And now you regret that? You made the first move, if I recall. You got naked on me.”
“I didn’t say that I regretted anything, because I don’t.”
“Neither do I. It happened because we obviously both wanted it to happen.”
“Okay. So where does that leave us?”
He sat back against his seat and stared out the window. “I’m not sure.”
“Great, just what I wanted to hear.”
He looked across at her, noted the tense line of muscle and bone around her jaw.
“Just because I’m unsure of where to go with all this, doesn’t lessen or trivialize what happened between us. It’s complicated.”
“Right, complicated. That’s always the case. For the guy.”
“Okay, if it’s so simple for the ladies, tell me what you think we should do.”
When she didn’t answer he said, “Should we run off and find a preacher and make it official?”
She shot him a glance and the front end of the Ford swerved slightly. “Are you serious? Is that what you want?”
“I’m just throwing out ideas. Since you don’t seem to have any.”
“Do you want to get married?”
