The drive is quiet.
Not awkward.
Not comfortable either.
Just controlled silence stretched tight between us while the city passes outside in streaks of gold and white beneath the rain.
Ronan drives with one hand resting loosely against the wheel, the other draped near the center console. Calm. Focused. Like whatever tonight is means nothing to him.
Meanwhile my stomach has been in knots since I got into the car.
I glance toward him for what has to be the fifth time in ten minutes. “You going to tell me where we’re going?”
“No.”
I stare at him. “You always this irritating?”
“Yes.”
The answer comes without hesitation.
Of course it does.
I look back out the window with a muttered curse under my breath while the city slowly changes around us. Tall corporate buildings fade into quie
