"Why are you staring at my hand?" Adam asked, raising an eyebrow.
Melanie jerked in response and looked up, trying to play it off.
"Who said I was staring at your hand?"
"I can feel it, okay?" he said, wiggling his fingers slightly. "You've been boring holes into it for the past minute."
"Oh, huh. And I can feel my bones aching," she shot back, folding her arms. "No thanks to you."
Melanie glanced over her shoulder to check on Adir. The little one was bundled in his blanket, head lolled to one side in the backseat, fast asleep. She turned back, rested her elbow on the window, and looked at Adam's hand again.
"I think your wrist is too sexy," she said, deadpan.
Adam sputtered, actually sputtered, and whipped his head toward her with wide eyes.
"What—?"
"Eyes on the road, Adam,"she warned, smirking.
