My fingers curled around the key. Even though I didn’t want it to mean something that he trusted me to drive his million-dollar car, my heart panged like a plucked instrument in my chest. “Thank you,” I muttered, my focus on putting my coat on so I wouldn’t have to bear the brunt of his megawatt grin. “That sounds almost as good as please,” he told me in that smoky voice that made me high. “Not quite as good as your laughter, though.”
