Keira didn't think Nate could be this stupid.
"I may acknowledge that it was your … what is she to you, I wouldn't know, but the car is mine now," he said, tilting his head challengingly like an invincible king standing on his throne.
She took matters into her own hands.
"Just take the car, and we'll be on our way."
Nate whipped around to her as she got out of the car, slammed the door shut and went to the trunk to get their suitcases. "What are you doing?"
She raised an eyebrow, opening the trunk, "What does it look like I'm doing?"
He shook his head, "Nope. You're not doing that."
Keira glared at him, "You want to die as an idiot?"
"I want to die old as your husband," he answered without missing a beat, closing the trunk and pushing her to the passenger door, "Just be quiet and look pretty. I got this."
"You got what?"
