Frankie was slightly disheartened by Mal's lack of reaction. Really? Nothing? Hmph. She'd try harder. Once Frankie got an idea in her mind, she went with it. She could always confess to her sins on Sunday, right? Right.
Sliding her hand up under his shirt, Frankie contemplated trying to climb over the center console. She was tiny, but there still wasn't enough room, not really. Not without disrupting him while they were traveling down the road as a pretty good speed. "Pull over," she said firmly.