"You lost that bet on purpose," Diane said.
"Maybe." Trigvey tried to keep the triumphant grin off his face, but could still feel it in his cheeks. "Hey, I'm going to need a little help here."
"Could you hold my burger in front of my face? I don't want to take my hands off the steering wheel." He pulled out of the drive-thru lane into a grocery store parking lot.
"You want me to feed you?"
"You're like a little boy." She unwrapped his burger in brisk motions, but instead of cramming it in his mouth, she carefully and gently held the burger up for him.
He took a bite, and got sauce on his lip. When she touched a napkin to him, he almost veered into a parked car, and not just because she'd startled him. "I'd better pull over."
Diane picked at her burger, eyes intent on the pickle. "I was having fun."
He pulled into a space facing the road and stopped. "Do you have any idea what would have happened to us if I hadn't?"
She shrugged and continued staring down at her food, paying him no particular attention.
Trigvey took the burger from her, put it on the dashboard, and pulled her into his arms. "Imagine where the car would have gone when I did this--"