As their car pulled away from the house, Abigail glanced at Sawyer and was surprised to find him looking at her. His gaze was warm and gentle.
She leaned closer and whispered, "You look sleepy, Sawyer. You must be uncomfortable sleeping on the couch. That's why you couldn't sleep last night."
He smiled, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze before resting it on his lap.
"How do you know? Did you peek at me while I was sleeping?" he asked casually, but his words warmed her cheeks.
She shot him a glare, hoping to stop his teasing. After all, they weren't alone in the car, and his words made her shy.
"I'm serious, Sawyer," she chided softly before continuing, "You're still tired, and that's why you can't drive, right?"
Sawyer didn't rush to answer her. Instead, he turned his gaze to the front row.
