Jackson didn’t put her down; he carried her while buying two hot dogs, handing one to her and, after a moment of thought, handing her the other too.

“You’re giving me both? Aren’t you going to eat?” Miranda asked hesitantly.

“Of course I’ll eat,” Jackson chuckled. “But as the driver, I have to ensure your safety. My hands are full, so you can feed me.”

“You’re just being cheeky,” Miranda mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” she said, holding the hot dog up for ...