“Lightweight, huh?” He chuckled, pulling out of the driveway, checking in the rearview mirror to make sure his brother was ready to follow.

“It’s a convertible?” She fingered one of the buttons, curious.

“Yes.” He took her hand and put it back into her lap.” But I don’t advise letting the top down. Not in this weather.”

“Sorry.” She blinked at him as he stopped at the corner, looking at her expectantly.

“Which way, Katie?”

“Oh…” She giggled. “I get to give you directions? I bet that’s a switch.”

“Yes.” He laughed, turning left when she pointed. “And for the record, I’m all Dom, sweetheart. Not an ounce of Switch in me.”

The roads were slick with snow-it was coming down even heavier now-but Liam took the curves without any hint of hesitation. She glanced back over her shoulder, making sure Patrick was following. She had driven her vehicle long enough to know it couldn’t handle roads like this quite as well as Liam’s sports car.

“Are you cold?” Liam glanced over at her, huddled against the door. “You’re shivering.”

“I am?” She hadn’t noticed but her teeth chattered when she said it. “My feet got wet. Stupid clogs.”

“That’s what you get for trading practicality for fashion.” He turned on the heat.

Katie sighed with relief, leaning in toward the vent. The air was warm against her cheeks, but her lower half was still cold.

“Put your feet on the dash.” Liam pushed another button and she felt warm air near the windshield.

She hesitated, looking sideways at him and then at the spotless, white leather dashboard. It looked soft and supple enough to sleep on. “Are you sure?”

“Take your shoes off,” he instructed. “And put your feet up.”

She did, leaning back in the seat, the warm air beginning to thaw her frozen toes. “Ohhh that’s so yummy.”

Liam guided the car onto the expressway at her direction-it was almost a straight shot to her house now-glancing occasionally in the rearview to check on his brother, and keeping an eye on her in the passenger seat.