Lance glanced at his passenger. He was golden, but she was wintery… silver-blonde hair and ice blue eyes. Gorgeous if you went for the stick-up-the-ass proper type.

He didn’t.

Fortunately, she wasn’t a date.

“This is the way to the country club?” Her cultured voice held just a hint of confusion. No censure. Maybe daddy’s little princess wouldn’t be so bad after all. But if it wasn’t punishment, he was clueless as to why he’d been chosen for babysitting the parents’ friends’ daughter.

“Nah, chica,” Yeah, he’d give them his best behavior. “This is the way to a city club.”