Luckily, the car sped off just in time—Eleanor didn't quite catch what Delia was yelling.
But then, Ethan suddenly hit the brakes. Eleanor glanced at him, confused. "What's up, Martin?"
Ethan brought the car to a full stop and leaned in close to her.
Their faces were barely inches apart.
He looked down at her, eyes dark and intense.
"Martin..."
Eleanor's breath hitched. Her heart started thudding faster, for no good reason.
Ethan reached over and buckled her seatbelt.
Her chest practically thudded from how hard her heart was pounding.
"All set, sis." His voice—low and slightly raspy—gets her every time.
"Oh. Uh, yeah, okay." Her cheeks flushed as she quickly turned to stare out the window. Seriously? He was just putting on her seatbelt. And there she was, ov
