The wind tugged gently at Riana’s hair as Rowan’s convertible hummed along the quiet countryside road, the late afternoon sun stretching gold across the horizon.
He glanced sideways at her, his usually mischievous grin dimmed by the silence that hung between them.
For the past twenty minutes, she had said nothing. Not a sigh, not a word… just stared straight ahead with that calm, porcelain flawless face of hers that hid everything she didn’t want to show.
Rowan cleared his throat, tapping the steering wheel with a finger. “You know, this is the part where the sad woman usually rolls down the window, lets her hair blow in the wind, and realises life is beautiful again.”
Riana didn’t move. “I hate the wind in my hair,” she murmured softly.
He smirked. “Of course you do. It r
