Page 59 of The Best Thing He Never Wanted

“Well then.” She patted the dashboard. “We should probably be on our way, shouldn’t we? I’m sure this little thing will do fine. Maybe we can even name it.”

He slowly turned his head to look at her.

She laughed. “You haven’t even heard my suggestions.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“That seems very closed-minded.”

“It’s a car.”

“And?”

“Cars don’t need names.”

“Oh, now I definitely have to name it.”

He stared at her for another second before starting the engine.

“Or not,” she said brightly. “We’ll see.”

Blane pulled out of the parking area, and Bea automatically braced herself when he turned onto the road.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

He glanced at her. “Bea.”

“You’re driving on the wrong side.”

“Right side. Car’s on it. All the other cars are on it. Seems right to me.”

She turned to stare at him. “You do realize that where I come from, you really are driving on the wrong side?”

“Not where you are now.”

She opened her mouth, then closed it again. “That could become very annoying.”

His mouth twitched. “Probably.”

As they drove away from the airport, she settled back into her seat. Her arrival was nothing like she’d expected. Whenever she’d imagined finally landing in Crete, there had been no Blane and no dusty little white SUV in the picture. But she was here, underneath the blue sky, passing white houses with the sun beating down, heading toward the house she’d chosen and the life she’d come here to begin.

It was everything she’d been hoping for. She glanced over at Blane. And more.

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As they left the airport behind, Blane took in his surroundings. The small white houses, the sun beating down, glimpses of the ocean between the buildings. But no, it wasn’t ocean, it was the sea—the Mediterranean. He glanced over at Bea. She was staring out the window at it all, a small smile on her face.

It was easy enough to follow the turns as he remembered them, coming down from the airport and heading toward the highway. Traffic wasn’t bad, but the roads were narrower than he was used to.

At the first roundabout, Bea grabbed the door handle.

“What?”

“You went the wrong way around.”

“Went the way the sign said.”