" He glanced at me, his eyes dark. “Would you rather talk about your dream?”
“No.”
“Considering that I was featured in it, I think I deserve to know the particulars. Were my clothes missing because we were in bed? Was I touching you?” He glanced at me. His voice could’ve melted clothes off my body. “Were you touching me?”
I shouldn’t have gotten into his car. I should’ve taken a separate vehicle.
“Cat got your tongue, Nevada?”
“No, we weren’t in bed. I was pushing you off a cliff to your death.” I pointed at the highway. “Take the next exit and stay in the right lane, please. We’ll need to make a right.”
He chuckled and took the exit. "

― Ilona Andrews , Burn for Me (Hidden Legacy, #1)