Zane Lennox was in a good mood. As he drove, his eyes kept drifting to Georgia Thorne beside him.
Georgia Thorne was like a lazy kitten, sleeping soundly against the seat.
'This must be the only time she isn't prickly—when she's asleep.'
The drive to her rented apartment took forty minutes.
Georgia Thorne slowly woke up to find the car parked downstairs from her apartment building.
Beside her, Zane Lennox was watching her with a leisurely expression.
Waking up to find a man staring at you would make anyone at least a little shy.
Georgia Thorne hastily unbuckled her seatbelt and grabbed her bag.
"Thank you for driving me home!"
She pushed the door open and scrambled out of the car, eager to get back to her apartment.
'I must have been dizzier than I thought. I can't believe I fell asleep in Zane Lennox's car without realizing it.'
'Did I do anything weird in my sleep?'
'I remember Elliot Sheridan used to say I did strange things in my sleep.'
