“But hey, if you need to escape the tension for a bit, you’re more than welcome to drive the Bronco.” “You don’t want me to.” He gives a shrug. “I swear, I don’t mind.” My eyes shift from him to the mustard-yellow contraption he calls a vehicle. “I meant what I said. The only place I’d be caught driving this thing is off a damn cliff.” He aims a smirk at me before yanking open the driver’s door. “From the sounds of it, you’re ready to anyway.”
