We'll Take What Is Ours

Keira turned her head to look at her companion. Nate shifted on his seat again; brilliant brown eyes flicked to the rearview mirror before he focused back on the road ahead. 

Something she couldn't quite discern played on his features.

It was the fourth time since she had noticed this.

"What is it?"

He eyed her but didn't give any response whatsoever. 

She didn't like it when he ignored her.

"Nate."

He must have sensed her budding irritation, for he whipped around to face her. "Yes?"

"Why did you keep looking at the rearview mirror?"

He shrugged, looking forward again with one hand steady on the steering wheel. "We surely don't want to block the road if an ambulance is coming, do we?"