Richmond POV
As I walked beside Vanya toward my black sedan, I couldn't stop stealing glances at her profile. Every angle of her face, every gesture she made, reminded me more and more of the brave girl who had saved me fifteen years ago. But I needed to be absolutely certain before I revealed who I really was.
"This is your car?" she asked, looking surprised as I opened the passenger door for her.
"Company car," I lied smoothly, helping her into the leather seat. "One of the perks of working for Fernandez Real Estate."
The truth was, this particular Mercedes was worth more than most people made in three years, but I had chosen it specifically because it was one of my more modest vehicles. I couldn't afford to overwhelm her with obvious displays of wealth, not when I was supposed to be
