“Get out?” I echoed, my voice laced with disbelief. “What do you mean, get out? Out where? Go where?”
The dark night pressed against the windows, and I could feel the cold seeping into the car even though I was wrapped in a quilt. My night dress—short, silky, and wholly inappropriate for the situation—clung to me.
“It’s pitch black outside, and you want me to walk out there like this?”
James leaned back in his seat, his expression as cold as the night air. “Then maybe you should apologize,” he said simply as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world.
I blinked, incredulous. “Apologize?”
“Yes,” he said with an almost bored indifference. “Maybe if you apologize, you can stay in this warm, dry car. Otherwise, you can step out into the rain.”
Rain. That’s when I not
