“Thank you,” she says, her tone still soft like the edge of a rose. “You’re the only one who can read the map.” Her shoulders tighten. “Ugh! I was trying to have a moment and—” “It’s still a moment.” I smirk. “Asshole!” She kicks my foot with her heel. “Look, you can call me Charlie, all right? That’s not my full name, but it’s closer to it than Charles, if that makes you feel any better.” “It doesn’t make me feel better.” And I still can’t figure out what to do with my hands. “Relax. We have a long ride. Stop being ridiculous about me being a woman.”
