SIMON
The space he put between them was the best decision he made at that point.
He circled the car, tossed the briefcase to the backseat, and jerked his head at the now empty seat, telling her to sit before making his way back to the driver’s seat and slamming the door shut.
He stared out the window before his gaze landed on the Audemars Piguet watch sitting on his wrist. Staring sideways, he could see the long line of traffic that was beginning to form.
The initial plan was the go back to his house, but with Zoey now seated in his car, he doubted he could do that. He knew the building plan of his house like the back of his hand, and would find her if he needed to—something he was steering clear of.
He started the car, the engine roaring to life before it swung into motion.
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