Chapter 88

Lisa stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “So chivalrous. But why the back seat? I want shotgun.”

“Ah, but Her Highness doesn’t ride up front with the chauffeur,” Ray joked. “It’s frowned upon in royal circles.”

She slapped his arm playfully. “Please. It’s my birthday. I call shotgun.”

Suddenly Nick’s arms wrapped around her waist, and he kissed the side of her neck. “Now, now, dear. It’s your birthday but we’re pampering you. So slide on into the back seat with me and let’s see how far things go between us before we get home.”