CHAPTER 37: Terms & Conditions
The tires of Marcus's luxury car crunched softly against the gravel as he pulled up in front of Eleanor’s house.
He turned off the engine and turned to her, his hand casually draped on the wheel. “Should I walk you to the door like a gentleman, or wait here like a lovesick i***t?”
Eleanor rolled her eyes, gathering her bag. “How about you drive away before anyone else in my neighborhood mistakes you for a moving theater?”
He leaned in a little, eyes mischievous. “You sure you don’t want me to come in? I’m great with family.”
“I’m sure you are,” she said flatly, reaching for the door.
“I mean, your brother already saw me this morning...”
She froze halfway out. “Wait. What?”
He smirked. “He was looking out the window. Pretty sure I got judged with silen
