She handed over the carry-on bag, the compact leather case weighing far more than the contents of her suitcase. Waverly was happy to be relieved of the burden and she rubbed her shoulder absently to prove it.

"So this is the car I told your Dean guy that we wouldn't be having sex in, huh?" The dancer laughed and ran her hand along the roof of the car, the cold metal making her wish she'd put her gloves on as they'd come outside. "Nice. Did you really make someone else wash and detail it?"

She was curious and amused that he would even consider going to such lengths. Waverly was also admiring far more than the car, the cop that went with it was definitely of more interest.