Rhea
"Where the hell are you taking me?"
My voice echoed through the car for what felt like the hundredth time.
Honestly, I was getting pissed.
No scratch that. I was already pissed. And I had absolutely nobody to blame but myself. I turned my head toward the window and resisted the urge to slam my forehead against the glass.
Why did I even come?
Ryan had walked into the garage, told me to be ready by three o'clock, and somehow my stupid self had actually listened.
Come on, Rhea. You didn't really think this through.
I glanced sideways at Ryan. The infuriating man looked completely relaxed. One hand rested on the steering wheel while the other was casually draped on the center console. Meanwhile, I was one bad answer away from losing my mind.
Ryan didn't even look at me. "Calm dow
