“You aren’t—no.”
A hushed laugh eased from Gray. “Again, I’m wounded that you didn’t remember.”
I nearly pressed myself against my window to catch a glimpse of the next sign we passed, boasting which cities we were driving toward. Not that the microscopic town we were heading to would be on the sign, but I’d been tricked into this drive enough times to know what to look for now, and I knew I wasn’t wrong.
No wonder Gray had been surprised I didn’t know where we were going. Given what I’d endured yesterday, I should’ve been expecting this.
I twisted in my seat to face him. “This wasn’t funny the first time, and it isn’t funny now.”
“Oh, I beg to differ, Peach,” he gently argued, a heart-stopping smile spreading across his unfairly handsome face when he glanced at me.
My hand twitched in response, but I knew better than to try to hit him while he was going eighty on a two-lane highway.
I glowered in response and demanded, “Stop the truck.” Like that was a normal or safe thing to currently do.
He clicked his tongue. “Sorry, but I can’t.” He gestured out the windshield. “My truck knows where she wants to go.”
“You’re an idiot,” I seethed. “Turn around.”
“But it’s part of you,” he tried again with another look at me, his next laugh coming out louder when he saw my expression.
“I’ll murder you.”
“Violent princess,” Gray murmured under his breath as amusement and something close to relief pulsed from him. “I knew you loved me.”
My breath caught at that, but before I could form a coherent response, he offered a different reason for the trip.
“Family?”
My teeth clenched as I glared at his too-perfect profile, his stupid dimples letting me know he was enjoying every second of this. “You visit your family all the time without me, this shouldn’t be any different. Besides, we rarely see your family at this.”
I almost gave in to the urge to punch him when he looked at me that time. There was honestlyno reasonfor any man to look that good with one side of his face scrunched up. And given the fact Gray made that face when he thought I was being ridiculous or was worried about my next reaction, he made it a lot.
“What?” I ground out when he remained silent.
“I might’ve told Hunter I was stopping by for lunch.”
My eyebrows lifted at the news. Gray had four cousins in the tiny town we were heading toward, not that I’d met all of them or their wives yet. But even though Hunterwasone of the ones I’d met during my many,manyforced visits over the years, we’d neverstopped by for lunch, and I really didn’t feel like this lunch was something I should be present for.
“You told himyouwere stopping by. Not me.”
“He probably assumed that included you since you always come to this with me.”
“You don’t know that,” I argued.
A gentle smile—mysmile—flashed across his face. “Peach, it’s fine.”
“I hate that nickname.”
“You love it.”
“I really don’t.”
“Snookemsis still up for grabs,” he offered with a mischievous grin, as if he knew he was pushing every one of my buttons, and was thoroughly enjoying it.
And, as always, I’d played right into it.
Frustration barreled through me as I fought the urge to sock him in the same shoulder he’d taken a bullet for me. “You’re a child.”
