Elena
Elena pulled out her phone. “I’m calling a ride.”
“Elena, don’t be dramatic.”
“I’m not being dramatic. I’m leaving.” Her hands were still shaking as she opened the app. She stared at the screen. No drivers available in this area. She refreshed. Still nothing.
Fuck.
She tried another app. Same thing. The Cross estate was too far out, too isolated, too rich for regular drivers to bother with.
Her thumb hovered over Dr. Alex’s number.
“I’ll take you home.”
Elena looked up. Ethan stood by the door, his jacket back on, his expression neutral.
“You said you were drinking.”
“I had two glasses of champagne hours ago. I’m fine to drive.” He pulled his keys from his pocket. “Come on. I’m not letting you stand here trying to find a ride at midnight.”
Elena wanted to argue but she was
