“I think it would have been fun,” she said, a little melancholic. “What?” “Tonight. You and me.” Eli’s blood thudded in his veins—once, loud, violent. When he glanced at the GPS, their destination was three minutes away. He slowed down to well below the limit, suddenly a scrupulous driver. “Yeah?” “You seem like you’d know what you’re doing.” Oh, you have no fucking idea. We still have time. I can be gentle. Or not. I could be lots of things if you—
