Elizabeth smiled as she watched Sawyer run his hands over the steering wheel of his car. He was so happy to be driving this stupid thing that she didn’t care how impractical it was most of the time.
The roof was down so that they could enjoy the late summer sun, despite the fact they were mainly driving through the city.
“I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you thought to bring this.”
She guessed that he had picked up on what she was thinking, despite the fact he was trying not to do that.
She wasn’t bothered by it most of the time. If he knew she was feeling proud for thinking to bring the car it didn’t matter; it was the more private thoughts she was scared he might figure out.
She directed him to her mother’s house with ease - it had been her own childhood home, and she
