an unspoken game

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Claire, Adam wants us to be in the office at 7 tomorrow."

Claire bit back another sigh. "I'm well aware, Jack, but like you said-my car isn't going anywhere right now. Not without a tow truck."

"Then let me take you home."

Claire stiffened, her traitorous heart skipping a beat at his suggestion. "I'm sorry?"