Free Driving Her Crazy by Kira Archer

would be starving on the streets. That’s not the case with you. There’s just no good reason for you to do it.”
    “Just because it’s not a good reason to you doesn’t mean it isn’t one to me,” she said, plucking at the hem of her shirt again.
    Damn. She had him there. He still disagreed with her. She was being ridiculous letting her family dictate how she lived her life. His family did the same to a certain extent, he supposed. But because they needed him. Not because they had some screwed up priorities about what really mattered.
    “Touché,” he said with a small smile.
    “You know, we really aren’t so different. We’re both just regular people, wanting to make our families happy.” Her lips echoed his smile.
    He completely disagreed on the whole “regular people” bit. There was nothing regular about her. She’d break out in hives if she had to be around regular people for more than two minutes. But he didn’t feel like ruining the tenuous, and probably temporary, peace in the car to point that out. At least not with that line of discussion.
    He needed to change the subject. “I’m hungry. Let’s find someplace to eat.”
    A few miles down the road, they passed an exit sign with a bunch of symbols for food joints. He pointed to it. “Any preference?”
    She grimaced. “Isn’t there any place where we can get something that doesn’t come with a plastic toy?”
    Oz spied a place just off the road and turned his head so she wouldn’t see his smile. She thought she was regular, hmm ? Let’s see how she did around real regular folk.
    “Looks like there’s a place down the street a ways.”
    “Anything is fine with me.”
    Yeah. They’d just see about that. He pulled into the parking lot of the Roadkill Roadhouse and shut off the car.
    “What are we doing here?” Cherice asked, looking out the window with a frown.
    “We’re getting something to eat. You said you wanted something that came without plastic toys. They’ve probably got waitresses and everything.”
    She didn’t look convinced.
    “Come on, Cher. You might be able to live off granola bars and water but I need something a little more substantial than rabbit food.”
    “And this is the best place you thought we could find?”
    For food? Hell no, not by a long shot. But it would serve his other purposes just fine.
    “It’ll do. Come on, I’m melting out here. It’s gotta be air conditioned, at least.”
    “So’s the car,” she muttered.
    She climbed out and glanced down at herself. His shirt hung halfway down her thighs and was big enough for two of her, and the flip flops…he didn’t bother hiding his grin when he caught sight of her toes, painted red with black and white dots which made each nail look like a ladybug sitting on her toes. Surprisingly playful. She could have easily put both feet in one flip flop but at least they provided some protection.
    Oz held the door open for her and tried not to smile as he looked around the run-down diner. He couldn’t have picked a better place to make her squirm than if he’d spent a month researching locations. It would do perfectly to prove to the princess, once and for all, that he was right. They were from two different worlds and she could spout that we’re the same regular people wanting the same things nonsense all she wanted. People like her were nothing like people like him, and her attempts to say otherwise weren’t fooling him at all.
    Her repeated comments against, for the lack of a better phrase, his social class, made his butt pucker and he was in the mood to yank her chain a little. The fact she didn’t even realize how insulting she was made it even worse. So. A little harmless revenge might be just the ticket to improve his mood a bit. Let’s see how she did in a real dive.
    He slid into a booth near the window so he could keep an eye on the car. The fact he felt the need to do that probably pointed to the diner being a little more of a dive than even