Nice. I trail my fingers along the side of the leather seat, around the polished door handle, and over the upholstery. Very nice. Probably cost an arm, a leg, and both kidneys. With a sigh, I relax into my seat, letting my head loll to the side as I watch the city blur past. Seattle is really pretty in the evenings—when it's not raining. It's a pity I never got to enjoy it or any of the sight-seeing stuff here. But then again, I never did in any of the other cities I passed through either, and I'm a little regretful now.
The engine's soft rumble and gentle vibrations must loll me back to sleep because the next thing I know, I'm being lifted. I blink groggily, and the first thing I see is Michael's gorgeous face and the soft bristles of his emerging five o'clock shadow darkening his jaw. Before I can stop myself, I raise my hand, tracing the rough edges.
He glances down at me and gives me the softest smile imaginable. "Go back to sleep, love."
