"What's our next step?"Steve slanted her a glance out of the corner of his eye. "Our next step?""You did say we should be partners.""I was speaking facetiously.""What?" She turned in the seat, crossing her legs as she angled her body to face him. "You mean you were just leading me on?""Don't start," he warned.Willow felt herself blush. "Sorry," she said, quickly shifting around to face the windshield again. "I wasn't thinking.""Look, I didn't mean... Oh, hell, don't be mad. I was just teasing you.""I'm not mad," Willow said. "I'm embarrassed.""Embarrassed? What the hell for?""We went down this road last night, remember? I made a huge fool of myself in front of you once already. I'm not looking to do it again.""Gee, that's too bad," he said, giving her a teasing, sidelong look out of the corner of his eye. "I was looking forward to a repeat performance.""There isn't going to be any repeat performance," Willow mumbled."Oh, yes, there is," he assured her. "You can count on it."There was such certainty in his voice, such absolute male arrogance in his tone, that Willow turned her head to look at him, her embarrassment all but forgotten.
