CHAPTER 361

“No would’ve been a good place to start.”

“You’re an opportunist. Think of it as the ultimate occasion to convince people we’re really getting married.”

Jack swallowed his retort and turned up the radio.

Keely lasted about thirty-five seconds before she flipped the music off. “You actually like that noise?”

“Why would I listen to it if I didn’t?”

“You probably think it makes you sound sophisticated if you tell people you listen to jazz.”

“And I’d be better off listening to that goat-yodeling crap you prefer?”

“Yep. At least it’s honest.”

“As honest as the Nashville music executives can manipulate in a slick multimillion dollar recording studio with a marketing team in the wings.”

“Testy much?”

“Your fault,” he pointed out.

“How is it my fault?”

“You’re in my car, ripping on my music choices.” He expelled a heavy sigh. “Can you just not talk for the rest of the drive?”

“Fine.”

A minute later she dragged out her iPod and sang along. Loudly. By the time Jack parked behind her building, h