Hanson got to sleep with you, and I didn't,” he said, his own jaw a little tight. “So I stole his car.
It worried him. Like him, she had to be exhausted. She smelled like gasoline; her clothes were torn. She had a small white bandage on her forehead where the EMT had cleaned her cut. Dirt smudged her face, her arms, her legs. He knew she still didn't ...
All he'd done was lose her underwear and practically get her blown up. Hell. This had to be the absolute worst first date of her life.
