JULIA
The first thing I registered was the sound of the engine turning on and the cold air blasting against my face.
My eyelids fluttered, heavy as stones, and I groaned softly, turning my head against the car seat. Every part of me still felt uncomfortably warm, like my skin was on fire, even though the air conditioning surrounded me.
“Finally awake?”
I blinked hard, forcing my vision to clear.
Evan’s sharp profile came into focus, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, knuckles faintly white.
The dim glow of the dashboard highlighted the furrow in his brow and the sharp line of his jaw, clenched in irritation—or something else.
The icy air hit me again, but it barely made a difference in the heat licking through my body. I sighed and tugged at my collar. “Why is it sti
