The engine purred low in the quiet of the driveway. Xavier sat behind the wheel of his black Range Rover, his fingers drumming against the leather steering wheel while Cody shoved a black duffel bag onto the backseat and slid in beside him.
"Keys," Xavier muttered, glancing at his wristwatch even though he knew he wasn't late. He wasn't the type to ever be late.
Cody raised a brow. "You're the one driving."
Xavier shot him a flat look, then sighed, starting the ignition. He's really going insane.
The headlights cut through the dusk, beams spilling over the neatly trimmed hedges of Xavier's penthouse.
But before he could put the car in gear, the front door opened and a blur of brown hair came rushing out.
"Wait!"
Both men turned at the same time.
Stella, in a light silk blouse that
