My curiosity was eating me alive and he was making it worse with his evasive answers. He didn’t respond again and well fell back into silence, but it wasn’t empty anymore.
It pulsed tensely, and it felt thick and alive.
Every time his hand moved to shift gears, I caught the faint brush of his dark cologne, and I hated how easily it unsettled me.
When we finally pulled up to the venue, I was almost relieved for the distraction. Cameras flashed outside, and voices echoed from the red carpet ahead.
I turned to him. “What the hell? I can’t go out with this much media coverage? Father might see me with you.”
“I don’t care, Gabrielle and neither should you. Let’s go,” he said.
I folded my arms across my chest. “I’m not going out there a few days after my failed wedding, Damon. Are ther
