“How much are you planning on spending?”

Ugh …

I’d planned on giving him the silent treatment for the better part of the day, but he had to make car shopping our first stop of the day.

“I don’t know. I should probably check with my grandparents. They’ll have to release the money to my account.”

“Well, it would have been smart of you to do that before suggesting we go car shopping.”

I frowned. “I thought it would be smart to know what car I wanted before going to them. They’re going to ask me about the car and how much money I need.”

“Okey dokey.” He pulled into an empty parking space and hopped out of the truck.

I climbed out just as he rounded the front of the truck and held open the door before shutting it behind me and locking it.

He turned, sauntering toward the lot of cars. I leaned my back against the truck door, resting one foot on the running board. A few seconds later, he glanced a foot behind him only to realize I wasn’t there. Then his gaze lifted to me.

Turning, he visibly blew out a long breath.

Yes, Fisher … I don’t always wear socks, and I reserve the right to be upset with you even if you are taking me car shopping.

I maintained my emotionless expression, giving nothing away, yet demanding everything.

His booted feet planted right in front of me as he rested one hand on a hip and tipped his chin toward his chest.

Another sigh.

“Apologize,” I said.

Ever so slowly, he lifted his gaze to me, a tiny grin quirking one side of his mouth. “For?”

“Exactly. I’m glad we agree that you have so much to apologize for.”

“The muffin?”

I nodded.

“I got you a new one.”

“But you didn’t apologize.”

“Actions speak louder than words. I. Got. You. A. New. One.”

“And last night? Your obnoxiousness? You agreeing to go on a date like … ten minutes after sticking your tongue down my throat? Making unnecessary jabs at Brendon, whom you’ve met once, for two seconds. What about that?”

Twisting his lips to the side, he narrowed his eyes. “Do you want a verbal apology? Or do you want a physical one?”

I wasn’t sure where he was going with that offering? A physical one?

“I’m not giving you both. So … choose carefully.”

“Define physical.”

“It’s something I do, instead of something I say.”

“What would you do?”

“I’m not telling you. Just choose.”

It was so ridiculous. Why couldn’t he simply say sorry and go on with the day? And why couldn’t I just choose the verbal apology? Why was I so curious about his physical gesture?

“Am I a toy to you?”

Fisher’s gaze slid down my body and inched its way back up to my face. That answered my question.