I shot him a look but grabbed his phone anyway, already scrolling through the music options.
The drive felt like a dream—miles of snow-dusted evergreens stretching toward the sky, the occasional frozen lake reflecting the pale winter sun like glass. I sipped my coffee, the warmth seeping into my fingers as I stole glances at Alek. His hands gripped the wheel with practiced ease, his sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal the strong lines of his forearms. I was staring—again.
“Are you oogling me, treasure?” he teased without taking his eyes off the road.
I huffed, turning my attention back to the pastry in my hands. “Always,” I muttered, biting into it. The explosion of maple syrup and pecan sweetness made me moan in delight, my eyes fluttering shut.
When I opened them, Alek’s gaze w
