That last thought made Riva’s throat tighten a little. There was something in it that made her uncomfortable. Before she had a chance to spin it out, though, Benton’s familiar silver Scion eased over to the curb beside her and the passenger-side window rolled down.
“Hey there, hot girl. Want to go for a ride?”
Riva grinned at the cheesy pickup line and got in the car. She noticed Benton’s gaze on her thigh when her skirt rode up, and she felt vastly reassured. He did think she was hot. He did still want her.
“Hey.” She grinned at him.