“Thank you,” she said and then smiled.
“It’s just for appearances.” I flashed my own smile.
“Oh, good. I thought maybe you wanted to fight me for the passenger seat.”
“We want to look like a couple,” I mumbled.
“For a second, I’d forgotten what kind of person you really are and had mistaken you for a gentleman.”
“I’m not that nice.”
“That’s for sure,” Taylor agreed and smiled smugly.
“I don’t really like you.”
“Good, because I don’t like you either.”
I gestured for her to get inside the SUV and then I firmly closed her door and went around to the driver’s side. By the time I got into the SUV, our snarky exchange had been forgotten and Taylor was being helpful. She had her cell phone out and was pulling up the GPS directions to the hotel.
“Okay, give me a second to familiarize myself with this car.”
“While you do that, I’m going to text Michael and let him know we’ve picked up the car and are heading to the hotel.”
“Good idea. Michael likes to be kept in the loop.”
“He’s protective like that.”
I glanced out of the corner of my eye at her.What did that even mean?
By the time she was done sending the text, I was just about ready to go. Suddenly, I got a whiff of something oddly tropical and coconut smelling. I whipped my head in Taylor’s direction and saw her pouring another hand sanitizer in her hand.Where the fuck did that come from?
“What the fuck is it?” I asked.
“I couldn’t find my other hand sanitizer, so I grabbed this one out of my bag.”
“Seriously?”
“Sawyer, rental cars are one of the filthiest things next to planes.”
“My God.” I pulled the front of my sweater over my nose. “I seriously can’t breathe.”
“You’re so immature.”
“What fucking scent is that one?”
“It’s a tropical blend.”
“Of what? People who were cremated on a tropical island?”
“I don’t know how you survive being near women,” she mumbled.
“I don’t know what kind of women you’re around, but the one’s I’m around don’t smell like crematories that have the odor covered up by food scents that are infused with alcohol.”
“Yours are just infused with alcohol.”
“God.” I leaned back in the seat and pulled the berry-scented hand sanitizer out of my pocket and tossed it on her lap. “Here. You can have this one back. I’d rather smell the fruit crime scene than the mass cremation on a tropical island.”
“Did you take my hand sanitizer?”
