A beam of light from a passing car illuminated the interior as Bennett's Adam's apple bobbed.

“Okay,“ he agreed, turning the wheel to drive home.

Claudia was about to pretend to be asleep when the car fell into silence. Bennett's attention was on the road, showing no interest in conversation.

Unable to maintain her charade, Claudia slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze crept up from his slender fingers, to his thin Lips, up the bridge of his nose, stopping at his brows.

"I feel a little hot," she said, touching her cheek.