Drew pulled up in front of a glitzy restaurant in downtown Boise with a screech of tyres and a deep growl from his sports car's powerful engine.
I slumped back in my seat, breathing hard. Turned out I could still get nauseated, lucky me. And at least fearing for my life at every bend in the road had distracted me from what I had waiting for me if I survived until dinner.
"You okay?" Drew asked.
I turned my head, swallowing hard. Good to know he had some flaws—his driving had just made the top of the list —but sitting there in his tux, all five o'clock shadow and tailored suit and concern for me in his gorgeous eyes…Well, I couldn't think of another offhand.
"I can do this," I said, with more optimism than confidence.
"I know you can, baby."
He swooped in and kissed me so quickly I couldn't even process it, his lips pressed to mine for only a second before he lunged away again, hands flexing and eyes glowing.
