Page 58 of The Best Thing He Never Wanted

“Blane?”

He pursed his lips. “The car. Remember Cash lined one up for us?”

“Yes.” She waited, wondering what was coming next. So far, she knew Cash as the friend who’d encouraged Blane to go sightseeing, and the one who’d magically produced a jet so that he could accompany her to Crete. She really didn’t know what to expect when it came to a car.

Blane scowled. “It’s over there. Want me to take your bag or your hand?”

She placed her hand in his. “I can bring my bag. It has wheels and everything.”

He narrowed his eyes at her before leading her toward a small parking area where a couple of Mercedes sat, looking important. She didn’t know Cash, but somehow, they didn’t surprise her.

What did surprise her was when Blane stopped beside a small, dusty white SUV and glared at it. “This is it.”

She tried to keep the surprise out of her voice but didn’t quite manage it. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” Blane let out a sigh as he opened the tailgate. “It’s my own damn fault.” He took her case, and by the time it and his duffel were inside, the tailgate barely closed over them.

“What do you mean?”

“I asked Cash for something small—I told him nothing flashy. Told him to get the opposite of whatever he’d get for himself.”

“What does he normally get for himself?”

“Has to have a damn black Suburban no matter where in the world he goes.” He made that little huffing sound she hadn’t heard from him in a while as he surveyed the dents and dust on the little white SUV. “I might’ve gone too far with opposite.”

Bea pressed her lips together.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Go ahead.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re about to.”

“I was merely wondering whether your knees will fit under the steering wheel.”

He gave her a look.

She patted the roof. “Oh well. It looks like a local. I’m sure it’ll know its way around.”

He met her gaze but didn’t say a word before going around to open the passenger door for her.

Once she was settled, she watched him slide the driver’s seat back. And back.

“Don’t.”

She widened her eyes. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Again. You were about to.”

She bit back a smile and then looked around. “Isn’t there a rental company we need to deal with or anything? Papers and… insurance. What about insurance, Blane?”

He lifted one shoulder. “It’ll be fine. Cash takes care of all that stuff.”

“And what about directions? Should we use my phone? I can pull up the GPS.”

“Studied the map. We’re good.”

She opened her mouth, but there really wasn’t any need to ask if he was sure. He looked absolutely certain, if a little dismayed.