Lucas's POV:
The drive back to the Grayson estate gave me little relief from my thoughts.
My patience was wearing dangerously thin.
Despite our repeated encounters, we seemed to be making no progress whatsoever. She still regarded me with the same wariness, still kept herself at a careful distance.
Perhaps I need a different approach entirely, I thought. The subtle route clearly wasn't working with Tori Sullivan.
When I arrived home, the massive wrought iron gates opened automatically as my car approached.
I pulled into the garage and made my way inside, expecting the solitude I craved after a long day. Instead, I found my mother in the living room, a book in her lap that she immediately set aside when she saw me.
"You're back earlier than expected," she commented, her elegant eyebr
