He squeezed her hand, that familiar, mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips. “You know I’d do anything for you, Pru.”
A friendly honk from behind kept her from lingering there, and she stepped on the gas, begging herself to stay as calm and cool as she needed to be if she was going to keep up this charade.
And she must. Because if she lost Hayes, she would be hopelessly, horribly, utterly alone.
And that wasn’t something she was willing to risk.