Chapter 42 Car Sex

• Reeves’s grin lingered in the dim light from the dashboard, his question hanging in the air like smoke. She flicked a glance at him, then the steering wheel, then out the darkened window, where the yellow glow of streetlamps painted the street in long, thin stripes.
• “What happens to starting in the car?” she asked in a much lower voice than she intended.
• It was an odd question, one that sent a strange heat through her belly. There was no need for pretending. She knew what he was asking.