Lark climbed into the passenger seat of the sports car and tugged the seatbelt over her shoulder. She felt Max glaring at her, and she clicked the seatbelt in place looking at him curiously, “what?”
“I wanted to open your car door. You couldn’t wait thirty seconds?”
“It’s me, Max. You don’t need to open my car door.”
He grunted and put the car in drive and pulled out of the driveway he’d backed into. “Next time let me open it.”
“Where are we going?” she asked as the engine revved, and he shifted the paddle.
“I thought the nature preserve, if you have no objections?”
“Sounds good.” She nodded and looked out the window, feeling strangely uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time.
“I heard you’ve agreed to join your father’s company. He must be thrilled.”
“We both are. He’s alway
