“You mean, you don’t trust my driving? Is that what you’re saying?” “No,” she said quickly. “It’s not that. I just.” She shrugged. “You don’t enjoy my company?” I teased. That pretty pink color flushed her cheeks again as she leveled me with those green eyes. “It’s not that either.” “So you admit you do enjoy my company. Love it, in fact, right?” She laughed. “You really are incorrigible.” “So I’m told. Repeatedly. By a very pretty witch.”
