Van rarely broke his word, but at that moment, he opened his eyes, and the normally calm depths of his gaze rippled with dark intensity.

He saw Winnie kneeling on the console, her slender waist wrapped in the fabric of her skirt, her body gracefully straight as she casually tied his ivy-patterned tie over her eyes.

Winnie didn't notice his change. It wasn't until she had finished tying the tie and sat back in the passenger seat that she said, "All done."

She sat up ...