Page 95 of We Met Like This
He laughed. “Hopefully you and this car will get along just as well.”
“We can test that out right now.” I patted the console as if assessing its capabilities.
He nodded toward the screen. “How about we start with an address. See if it can handle that much.”
I gave him the address and he entered it in as I buckled my seat belt.
“I packed snacks.” He pointed to a bag on the floorboard behind his seat. “If you’re a road-trip-snacks type of woman.”
“Is there any other type of woman?” I lifted my backpack. “I also brought snacks. Should we see if our snacking tastes match up?”
He pulled out onto the road as the robotic voice of his navigation system prompted him to turn right at the end of the street. “Yes, reveal your snacks.”
I pulled out a bag of kettle-cooked salt-and-vinegar potato chips. “First must-have.”
“Not surprised by your choice in flavor.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Very bold, is all.”
“I like bold.” I pulled out the next offering.
“Licorice?” he asked.
“Red Vines, specifically.”
“Staple,” he said.
“And finally, so much chocolate.” I pulled out a bag of Reese’s mini cups, some milk chocolate Dove Promises, and some Rolos.
“Are we going to be celebrating cavities by the end of the weekend?”
“I have excellent teeth-brushing habits. What did you bring?”
He blindly reached behind him, feeling around for his snack bag.
“I’ll get it. You concentrate on driving.”
“I can do both at the same time.”
I slapped his hand away and picked up the bag, then reached in to reveal his first offering. A bag of veggie straws. “What in the healthy-living hell is this?”
“They are healthyanddelicious.” His other options were similar: raw almonds, banana chips, and coconut granola clusters.
“This is how you keep your body looking like it does, isn’t it? My website thanks you.”
He chuckled. “How do you explain how yours looks so good?”
My cheeks warmed with the compliment. “You haven’t seen me half naked, and until you do, you might want to keep those compliments to yourself.”
“I’vefelta lot of you and I stand by my compliment,” he said in a low voice.
My eyebrows popped up. Oliver had obviously decided to put all his worries about us away for the weekend or maybe he worked something out in his head over the last couple days, took his mom’s advice, because flirty Oliver was back. This thought made my chest expand. “Does your car have a name?”
“The car,” he said, straight-faced.
“Very creative,” I returned. “I’ll think of something better by the end of the trip.”
