Chapter Eighteen
Harlow
“What?!”
Max’s steady gaze never wavered. “If you’re going to insist on driving in this weather, I don’t want you to go alone.”
Taking a steadying breath, I mentally counted to ten and reached for my coffee to take a sip. “I can drive fine in this weather, Max. I’ve lived up here for a year now. This”—I paused, gesturing out the window at the snow—“happens all winter long.”
“I wasn’t implying you couldn’t handle it. But the snow’s coming down faster, and it’s not exactly a short drive.”
I took another sip of my coffee, honestly so startled by his suggestion and how ridiculous it was that I didn’t even know how to respond. The annoying part was the idea of him coming home with me was quite appealing. I was ultimately irritated as hell that he didn’t think I cou
