Staring straight ahead, she said, “Smirk all you want to, but what you did was still wrong.” Cam hadn’t realized he was smirking. Instead of starting the car, he faced her. If only he hadn’t had to pull over for Casper, she would have still been asleep and they could have had this discussion when they were further down the road. As it was, they’d just passed Cheyenne, Wyoming, which was straight north of Denver, and it was only noon because of the time-zone change. They could reverse course on I25 and be at the airport in an hour and a half. Cam didn’t want to point that out, however. “Would you rather Casper had that little episode while in his crate at the airport? They probably wouldn’t have let him on a plane.” Slowly, Zoey turned to glare at him. “That’s not the point,” she said. “You promised. That’s the point.” “Technically, I promised if we got to Denver and I could take an earlier flight, I would.”
