“I don't want you driving it. You're a maniac.”
“It was returned fine last time, wasn't it?”
I eyeballed her.
“Yeah. Brey drove it last …” He shifted his body to fully face me with a glare. “You let her drive, didn't you?”
“She’s weirdly persuasive,” I shrugged and grinned.
He looked her up and down. He took his time with her, raked his gaze over every inch of her and if I hadn't known them better, I'd have thought there was more to their story. The sexual tension was so thick, I wondered if I'd missed something. “Yes, she is very weirdly persuasive.”
As she took another bite and glared at him, he slid his hand in his coat jacket and retracted it with a set of keys. “I want it back by Sunday—in one piece, Kate-Bait—and my seat better not smell like it was doused in your lotion this time.”
Katie coughed on her burger as he got up from his side of the booth.
“Gotta get back to work, baby girl. Stay out of trouble.”
“I find it kind of weird that he knows exactly how your lotion smells.” Katie knew my tone. The accusation hovered in the air.
“I find it weird too,” she said without meeting my eyes.
I let it go because I couldn’t begin to imagine what type of relationship my best friends might have under the surface of their mutual hatred toward one another.