I stepped out of the building, and there it was — a sleek black luxury car already waiting for me, its glossy paint gleaming under the streetlights. The driver quickly stepped out and opened the door with a polite nod. The moment I slid into the cool leather seat, my breath caught.
He was already inside.
Mike Murphy sat there, staring at me with an intensity that made my stomach flip. God, he looked devastatingly handsome tonight. The tailored black shirt hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, and the soft lighting in the car cast sharp shadows on his strong jawline. I had missed him so much it almost hurt. I wanted to throw myself into his arms, but I held back, forcing myself to stay composed.
Keep it cool, I reminded myself. You only just met him again.
“You look very beautiful tonig
