“What are you doing?” Liam asked, opening the passenger door to a red sports car, waving her inside. Katie laughed, tilting her head back and trying to catch snowflakes, turning in lazy circles.

“Whoa, there!” Liam grabbed her around the waist as a wave of dizziness washed over her. He smiled, bemused. She liked his smile. “Get in. Before you end up face down in the snow.”

Katie let him urge her into the car. “Oh don’t worry, I’m sure my humiliation bucket is quite full for the day.”

He laughed, shutting the door, telling his brother to follow him before getting in beside her.

“What kind of car is this?” she inquired, running a finger over the pristine white, leather interior. The car was a deep, dark red, very low to the ground. The engine purred to life when he turned the key.

“A Maserati.” He glanced over, raising an eyebrow. “Put your seatbelt on.”

“Buckle up for safety.” She giggled, pulling the harness across and searching for the latch. He let her fumble for a moment before reaching over and taking it out of her hand, clicking it seamlessly into place.

“You’re good at that.” Katie felt his breath against her cheek. They were just inches away from each other in the closed space of the vehicle, just close enough that she could focus on the little flecks of gold in his dark eyes. She hadn’t noticed that before.

“Thanks.” He smiled-she really did like his smile-and moved back fully into the driver’s seat, reaching for his own buckle.

“ Click it or Kick it.” She giggled again as he looked sideways at her, that sexy smile playing on his lips.

“I think it’s Click it or Ticket,” he corrected, putting the car into reverse-it was a stick shift, and watching him manipulate the gearshift was… well, it was hot.

“I think I’m a little drunk,” she confessed, watching out the window as Patrick finished clearing her little Honda’s windshield of snow.