’G-Grab Kyran’s arm?’

Deirdre lifted her fingertip and realized, belatedly, that she had been sitting this close to him the entire time. She could touch his finger from her end!

“You misunderstood, sir. We’re not a couple,” she explained hastily.

“Are you sure about that, miss? Because your not-boyfriend has been looking at you with goo-goo eyes the whole time!” The driver teased, laughing. “No need to be shy. I’ve been there. I know what it’s like.”

Deirdre froze and suddenly felt a pair of