"So," Winn said, glancing at her from the driver's seat, "do you actually want to observe this tradition?"
Ivy turned toward him. He looked impossibly calm, his fingers resting loosely on the steering wheel. Somewhere between one heartbeat and the next, she wondered when exactly he had become her addiction. The thought scared her a little… but it also thrilled her.
"No," she said.
"What was that? I didn't hear you."
She rolled her eyes and shot him a look. "No!" she snapped, louder this time.
He grinned, triumphant. "Ooh, someone loves her some Winn Kane Junior."
Her jaw dropped. "Oh my god, you named it?"
His laughter filled the car. "Of course I did. You can't just not name something that important."
"You can be such a child sometimes," she said.
"I didn't have much of a childhood, so indulge me sometimes," he replied easily, still laughing as he stepped on the gas.
