“SO, YOU DON’T WANT me to be mad...for being taken to Denny’s?”
We’d driven for over an hour without speaking. In the interim, the sun had set and the world had narrowed down to the slender field of light emitted by the car’s twin headlamps.
Unlike other bloodlings I’d known, though, Hunter drove like a pro. So I didn’t get twitchy when he took one hand off the steering wheel to clasp my fingers between his. A thumb traced tender circles in my palm as oldies crooned out of the radio, and I didn’t want to be anywhere other than exactly where I was.
Which, apparently, was being spirited away on an unexpected date to a borderline fast-food joint. Hunter was a romantic in dozens of sweet and satisfying ways, but I narrowed my eyes consideringly as I peered out across the nearly empty parkin
