Grace could see the battle going on in his dreamy brown eyes as the two stared at each other silently. The wind was picking up, or maybe it just felt that way because they were standing still and thanks to the snowbank they’d fallen in, her clothing and hair was damp.
She was just about to ask if they could have this stare-off in the warmth and safety of her SUV when he asked, “What if I get in the car? Will you get in the car?”
As tempting as it was to shoot back with a sarcastic, “This isn’t monkey-see-monkey-do,” she refrained. She was way too cold to be sarcastic. Instead, she just nodded and headed toward her vehicle.
Within seconds they were both inside, and it wasn’t until she heard the soft electronic whirring sound of her driver’s side seat sliding back that she realized she’d automatically gotten into the passenger seat.
What the actual fuck?
There were very specific times that she allowed someone to drive when she was in the vehicle, they were as follows. One, teaching her younger sisters to drive. Two, when she was in an Uber, Lyft, or shuttle when she was traveling.
That was it. Under no other circumstances did she allow someone to drive if she was in the vehicle. It had been a major point of contention in the couple of “serious” (and she used the term very liberally) relationships she’d been in.
The men she dated had an issue with her driving places. But it was never up for negotiation. She drove. Always. Had she been accused of being a control freak? Sure. Was it meant in a negative way? Yes. Did she take it as an insult? No.
She was a control freak. And Elsa the Ice Queen. She wore those titles as badges of honor and she had no plans to ever change. Especially not for a man.
So, why was she taking the back seat, or in this case the passenger seat with a man who she’d just met?
And more importantly, why did the fact that she had, not bother her in the least?
Whatever the reason was, she didn’t want to investigate it any further. Right now, she just needed to get back to her comfort zone. And her comfort zone was having a plan, which unfortunately she definitely did not have.