“Theo.” My name is so quiet, and when nothing else follows I start to think that I imagined it. But then she says it again. “Theo?”
“Yeah, Hellcat.”
I gasp when the heat of her hand lands on my thigh.
Her fingers squeeze lightly, and by the time I’ve schooled my reaction to her touch and look over, she seems to be out cold again.
“Em?”
Nothing.
Dropping my hand from the wheel, I wrap my fingers around her tiny hand and beg my heart to stop racing.