"Sorry about that bub," Rhodes says softly as he reaches out his hand to place it delicately over mine, testing the waters. I guess me not shoving it off is a good sign, as he appears to visibly relax beside me.
"It's important, I understand," I say flatly, keeping my eyes focused on the passing lights outside the car. Maybe he notes my frostiness, as he gives my hand a soft squeeze, back to running his thumb across my knuckle. I don't squeeze back.
Ambrose pulls up to the curb of the hotel and bounces out of the car very quickly, but I'm one step ahead. I throw open my door and help myself out of the car, thanking all of the deities in existence that I don't twist and sprain my ankle in my heels as I do. Ambrose doesn't seem to know what to do as he meets me by the side of the car, op
