(Angela’s POV)
I couldn’t tell how long I sat there, clutching the steering wheel as if it were some rare artifact I couldn’t bear to release. The thought was almost laughable; an SUV was the least of my concerns. I had enough money to buy hundreds of these without so much as breaking the bank.
But that wasn’t the point. The point was - he remembered. Three days ago, during a casual conversation, I’d made a passing comment to William about a property owner here in New York and the stunning SUV he drove.
I hadn’t said much. Just an offhand remark about how sleek it looked, how good it sounded. I didn’t even think William was listening as I spoke.
But he had been. Obviously. Because now, here I was, sitting behind the wheel of the latest model of that exact vehicle. And I couldn’t shake
