“Not my drink of choice.”
He handed her the keys, enjoying the idea of watching her drive his truck. She so rarely drove that he wondered if she was any good at it. Could she even drive?
Adjusting the seat and the mirror, she glanced at Mia in the back seat, and when she turned back to the front, she caught him looking at her.
“You don’t think I can drive, do you?” Ruth questioned with a smile.
“Maybe.”
“I can drive the pants off of you, Anderson.” She winked at him and put the truck in gear.
“I hope so, Ruth.” He watched her blush as she realized exactly what she’d said.