And I just know that his eyes are twinkling behind his aviators as well.
Damn it, why does he have to be so good looking?
“I can't sleep in the car.”
“Now that is a lie, and you know it! Sleepy Kass isn’t a myth that just I pulled out of the air, and you know it!”
“You know, it makes you a not very nice person when you're teasing someone about things out of their control,” I huff, sitting upright, because I'm not going to be able to nap now, he's got me too aggravated. “How long have we got to go?”
“We literally just got on the freeway, Kassie.” He shakes his head. I'm not sure whether he’s amused, or annoyed.
“All I hear is that we’ve still got two hours of sitting here in silence.”
“Doesn’t sound too silent to me,” he says, this time there's a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Well, I tried to sleep, but you kept yapping.”
“Me?”
“At least my hot chocolate is at the right temperature to drink now,” I say, taking a sip, and hoping I don’t burn my tongue. I cough, because it’s not quite as cool as I was hoping it would be, and Bennett lets out a very low chuckle at my expense. “Delicious.”
“You sure you didn't burn your tongue?”
“I'm fine,” I say, trying not to lisp, even a little, because the very tip of my tongue is feeling a bit fuzzy.
“Not even a little bit?” he asks, holding his hand up to show a tiny gap between his thumb, and forefinger.
“Shut up!”
This time, he throws his head back as far as he can before it hits the headrest of his seat, and laughs.
“Eyes on the road, McGuire,” I grumble, earning me another laugh.
I reach over to turn up the radio, hoping to drown him out, but the sound of his laughter is still echoing in my head.
So, to drown out all of the unwelcome noise, I rummage through my handbag, and pull out my phone, then pull up my reading app.
Unfortunately, I keep reading the same page for the next hour or so as we drive closer to the cabin, because the man next to me sings softly to every other song that comes on the radio.
CHAPTER 4
Kassie
I’m sitting here peacefully reading,and very aware of the fact that Bennett keeps glancing my way. He doesn’t take his eyes off the road for long, but he does keep looking at me, and it’s distracting as hell!
I can't put my book down, and get some sleep, or pretend to anyway, because I know I won't be able to when I know he's watching me.
So, instead, I keep reading the same fucking words over, and over again.
Slowly, over the next hour, he turns the volume up on the radio, and I'm hoping with everything in me that he forgets I'm in the car, and he starts singing along. Unfortunately, all he gives me is humming, and intermittent whistling when he finds the right playlist on Songify.
I wonder if he chose the playlist for me, considering I wouldn’t have thought that this kind of music would have been his thing. Until I heard him humming along, anyway.
“You're not going to sing, are you?” I ask, not looking up from my book, and hoping to push his buttons.
He turns to look at me, and smiles, he doesn’t answer though, instead he looks back to the road ahead.
Twenty minutes later he turns down the music, as he prepares to pull off the highway.
