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ask for directions. But nooo…you don’t need to ask for help. You know exactly where you’re going. Ha!”
    She tipped the bottle up to her lips, tempting him toslam on the brakes and watch her get drenched. If she was practicing her role as a wife, she was doing a damn fine job. She hadn’t stopped annoying him since they’d left Midland two hours ago.
    â€œDo you want some water?”
    He looked over at her. Damn, but she had pretty eyes. “Is that a trick question?”
    Her sandy-colored brows dipped in a confused frown.
    He was pretty sure she was a natural blonde. He was good at knowing that kind of stuff. “Why are you suddenly being so nice?”
    Her confusion turned to surprise. “ Suddenly being nice? I’ve been nothing but gracious and patient.”
    He laughed.
    â€œI’m serious.”
    â€œYou’ve criticized my driving. Steered us in the wrong direction twice. Took too friggin’ long at the convenience store just to irritate me—”
    â€œRight. Everything I do is about you. You have saturated my thoughts. Taking too long in the store had nothing to do with the cash register jamming. It was all part of my master plan to irritate you.”
    â€œAnd you talk too much. I don’t need a dissertation.”
    â€œScrew you. Is that succinct enough?”
    He smiled. “When?”
    â€œThat is so juvenile. I haven’t heard that comeback since junior high.”
    â€œWhen was that? Last year?”
    â€œGee, another original.”
    He shook his head with disgust. God help the man who ended up marrying her.
    â€œNow, would you like some water, or not?” She reached into the small cooler she’d brought and got out another bottle of water.
    â€œYeah, I’ll have some.”
    She surprised him by uncapping it before she handed the bottle to him. “You’re welcome.”
    â€œJeez, give me a chance. I was gonna say thanks.”
    â€œOh, wait.” She waved a hand excitedly, and he jammed on the brakes. “You’re missing the turn again.”
    â€œWhat the hell are you doing? Don’t yell like that.” He took his foot off the brakes. “I thought I was about to hit something.”
    â€œI didn’t yell.”
    No way was he going to respond. She was a nut, three French fries short of a Happy Meal. “By the way, I didn’t miss the turn the first time. You forgot to tell me to turn, if you recall.”
    â€œBut you knew where you were going, remember? You didn’t need to ask directions.”
    He glanced over at her just as she folded her arms across her chest. She had on another one of those scooped neck T-shirts like she wore the other day, only this one was a peach color that matched her jeans.
    With her arms crossed as they were, the tops of her breasts plumped up above her neckline. She didn’t have a really big chest, but she was nicely rounded and perky. Just enough to make him crazy.
    He forced his attention back to the road where itbelonged, but then after a couple of seconds took one more look.
    Cassie made a prissy sound. “What are you looking at?”
    â€œI was thinking…maybe we ought to pull over and neck for a while.”
    Her lips parted in disbelief and she shifted closer to her door.
    â€œYou know, just to get used to each other so we’ll be convincing once we get there.”
    â€œAre you insane?”
    He smiled. “Come on. Admit it. You want me.”
    â€œHow often does the government give their employees psychological tests?”
    He laughed and then took a sip of water.
    â€œYou are one sick puppy.” She relieved him of the bottle.
    He saw a sign for Bedrock and got serious. “We should be there in about twenty minutes. Let’s review our story.”
    She nodded. “We’ve been married for only six months after meeting on a Caribbean cruise.”
    â€œThat was good thinking on the short