CHAPTER 364

“Where do you need to go today?”

Nowhere, but she wasn’t about to admit that to him. “I have a life, Jack. I have a job. I need a car.

And no, I’m not asking anyone to ferry me around town when there’s a perfectly good car sitting in the parking lot. Besides, people would gossip that my fiancé doesn’t trust me to touch his precious Beemer.”

Jack loomed over her. “I don’t trust you. Do you have any idea how much I paid for that car?”

“Way, way too much?” she asked sweetly.

He growled.

“Who cares? It’s just a car.”

“Just a car? It’s a feat of German engineering—”

“Some feat! It doesn’t have a trunk big enough to hold more than a French press coffeepot made in China and a bag of Guatemalan coffee beans.” When he snarled, she jabbed him in the chest with her index finger. “Here’s the deal. The only way I’ll let you borrow my truck to pick up that all important big-screen TV is if you let me drive your car.”

Jack paced to the living room. Muttered to himself and stalked back to her. “Fine.