QUOTE : Nate jumped into the backseat while Scarlet slid into the passenger’s seat and tried to buckle her seatbelt. It wouldn’t latch. The passenger’s seatbelt had taken a beating when Tristan had remodeled the shack and now the latch only worked if you jiggled it the right way.<br /><br />Scarlet wasn’t jiggling it the right way.<br /><br />Tristan reached over to help her and she swatted at his hand. “I can put on my own seatbelt.”<br /><br />He pulled his hand back and rested an arm on the steering wheel as he watched her struggle with the clasp.<br /><br />“Mother of Pearl,” she muttered, fighting with the belt.<br /><br />She jiggled. She jaggled. Then she groaned in frustration and dropped her head against the seat.<br /><br />Tristan waited a beat. “Are you done now?”<br /><br />She sighed. “Yes.”<br /><br />He held out in his hand in the dark car. “Give me the seatbelt.”<br /><br />She yanked the belt across her body and handed it to Tristan with a huff, careful not to touch him. He had to bite the inside of his cheek so he wouldn’t smile. She was just as stubborn as the seatbelt.<br /><br />He eased the seatbelt into the broken latch and it clicked effortlessly.<br /><br />She rolled her eyes as he started the car.