“Oh, she is blushing.” He raises a fist in the air through the window. “All is not lost. I still have a chance.” “Actually, you don’t.” I douse his enthusiasm in cold water. It makes him laugh harder, because he already knows. The bastard knows he is winning me over. “I won’t have a one-night stand with you,” I say. “Of course, you won’t,” he agrees easily. Freely. Not believing a word. “I mean it,” I warn. “Over my dead body.” Laughing harder, he taps the passenger door. “Chop-chop now, Princess.”
