She hesitated. Share the ride? Well, she was already in the car. “Can we do that?”
Maverick tapped the back of the driver’s seat. “Is it okay with you, Paul, if we make one more stop?” In the front seat, Paul shrugged.
“Sure, Mav. Whatever you want.”
Of course Maverick could change all the rules. He was…Maverick after all.
“You really don’t mind?” Lizzie asked Mr. Take-My-Breath-Away.
“Not at all. And it’s my treat.”
“Not a Halloween trick then?”
“Only if you want it to be.” His sly grin grew bigger. “Are you a good girl pretending to be a bad girl? Or a bad girl at heart? How much ‘Like a Virgin’ are you?”
Lizzie barked a laugh. The non-Halloween Lizzie would’ve ignored the comment, but this was the new, take-no-prisoners, have-fun-and-flirt Lizzie. Tonight, she vowed, she wasn’t going to be her normally mousy self. She was going to go for it. WWMD—What would Madonna do?
“Looks like someone feels the need…for speed?”