Angela's POV
The footsteps drew closer. I held my breath, my body tightening on instinct.
But the moment a man in a neat black suit came into view, the tension drained out of me.
It was just Aaron’s assistant.
Darren.
“Miss Jones?” His voice was low, polite.
I rubbed my face quickly. “God, I thought…”
I bit my lip, cutting myself off before that name slipped out.
“Mr. Carter asked me to return a few of your belongings.”
He lifted two travel bags and set them down in front of me.
“Some clothes you left in Malibu. And…” He held out something that caught the light.
“Your car keys.”
I froze for a second. I had left my car in Malibu, the engine had died on me that day.
“Your car’s been fixed,” he added calmly, answering the question before I could ask it.
So Aaron had taken care o
