Don let a smile creep across his face at her question but held back from answering in kind.
"I feel like if I respond," he said, eyes still on the slow procession of cars ahead, "your replies will just… get more cheeky."
Claire's brow lifted, her lips pulling into a smile that showed she was far from done. "You find my responses cheeky, am I?"
Don spared her a glance, one corner of his mouth tugging upward. "You don't?"
Her laugh was quiet, the sound rolling easily from her before she turned her gaze back out the window. "You're getting bolder. In the right ways, at least."
He chuckled, adjusting his grip on the wheel as the Mustang crept forward another few feet. "Thank you. And you're getting far more sarcastic, it seems."
She tilted her chin slightly upward, her tone reflective but sly. "Hmm… perhaps my dear Sylvia's mannerisms are rubbing off on me. Or it's from far too many dealings with less than ideal people."
Don raised a brow. "In the courts?"
