Ava Taylor glanced out the window and noticed the car had rolled to a gentle stop in front of her apartment building.
She inhaled slowly, then exhaled just as quietly before turning her head toward the man in the driver’s seat.
Zac’s face was partially bathed in the faint interior light, his usual intensity softened by the relaxed curve of his eyebrows. For once, he didn’t look so domineering, just devastatingly handsome.
“Thanks for the ride,” she murmured, her voice quiet and unsure, the words sticking to her tongue like honey.
Zac didn’t answer right away. He just looked at her, really looked with something unspoken flickering behind his eyes. He didn’t know exactly what it was about this woman that pulled him in so strongly, but she had him. Completely.
Ava waited. She expected a
