Sawyer’s mischievous grin widens. “Thanks for rescuing Senile Suzy. I’m not used to driving on the opposite side of the road, so maybe you can teach me,” she offers, and by the glint in her eye, I know damn well she’s doing it to get under my skin. It’s fucking working. “Not happening,” I growl, pinning her with my glare. “Careful, bella. I’m not afraid to murder him, too.” Unfazed, Troy winks at her, silently mouthing, “I’m gonna teach you so hard.”
