"I would love to just drive to Arizona." Marcella looked ahead down the highway, but then back the way they'd come. The big city still called to her, though. And she still had to be at work for John in the morning. She looked back at Malcolm, looking into his eyes. For a moment there she forgot he was a villain in a storybook, instead just a kinda friendly, kinda looming guy who let her drive his amazing car. She thought of the way she'd undressed at Gisborne's place without waiting for his say so, just expecting that that was what was going to happen, and bit her lip. "Thank you," she said, unbuckling the seat belt.