I didn’t dare protest, not willing to risk him walking away.

When Hunter followed me in, I climbed over the center console and took the passenger seat.

“You should climb over that again,” he said, and I glanced over my shoulder.

“You enjoyed the view?”

“Immensely.”

“I can arrange a better one if you make it worth my time.”

His eyes flashed, and he started the Jeep. “The hotel’s only a few blocks away. I already checked in on my phone.”

“You in a hurry?” I teased.

“I’ve got better things to do than talk to a receptionist.”

I smiled.

“Buckle up,” he warned.

“I like to live on the edge.”

“Not with me. Buckle up.” The vehicle didn’t budge.

I flashed him an annoyed look, but buckled my seatbelt.

He finally pulled out, and my annoyance faded.

I could deal with his overprotective thing for one night.

“How many people did you threaten to stay away from me?” I asked.

“You don’t want to know.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

“Did you count?”

“Technically, no.”

“Technically?” I checked.

“Yes.”

“What does that mean?”

He didn’t answer immediately, so I waited.

When he still didn’t answer, I poked him on the arm. “Come on, Honey.”

“That nickname isn’t going to work for me.”

“Answer my question.” I poked his arm again.

Hunter grunted. “There might be a spreadsheet.”