I sigh when we pull apart, looking forward to coming back home and we haven't even left yet. "Danielle," Patterson warns. We both know where this is headed. It isn't unusual for us to miss a date night because we end up in bed.

"Then let me get my coat," I sass.

"I'll get your coat." He takes my hand and leads me towards the door. It doesn't take long and we're in the back of a town car. It makes me think back to when I was driving people around. I didn't hate the job, though I wore myself ...