Alex followed, his long strides eating up the distance as she headed for her car parked under the golden glow of the streetlights outside. The air was cool, but it did nothing to chill the electric tension between them.
"Hand me your keys," Alex said, the command flat.
"Why?" she asked, turning just enough to catch the hard set of his jaw.
"Because I am driving you." The words brooked no argument.
Eva sighed in surrender. She fished the keys from her bag and placed them in his open palm. His hand brushed hers—intentionally, she suspected—and her breath caught for the barest second. He unlocked the car, holding the door for her with an expectant tilt of his head. She slid inside, and only when she was settled did he walk around to the driver's side, his presence filling the small space the moment he got in.
