Thank God for champagne.She also managed to miss dinner. By the time they landed, she was starving. She exited with David right behind her, making no attempt to help her with her overnight bag or jacket. He followed her step for step, and he was right behind her when they reached the car rental desk.“Do I have to rent my own to follow you? Or are you going to let me share yours? Either way, Sly gets the bill.”She cast him an irritated glance and signed the agreement.“Will there be any other drivers?” the pretty young agent asked.“No,” Spencer said.“Yes,” David told her, opening his wallet and setting his license next to Spencer’s.Her head was really beginning to pound, and her stomach was growling. She had to get out of there.“Two drivers, then?” the clerk said.“Whatever,” Spencer said, trying to keep her voice level and noting that the woman gave David a glance sympathizing with him for having such a nasty traveling companion. She also noticed that David flashed a handsome smile in return.Spencer started out to the courtesy shuttle.
