When I heard the voice outside and realized it was Susan Wenger, I felt an unexpected wave of relief. The tension in the car wasn’t mine to bear anymore—it was James’s.
Leaning closer to him, I whispered mockingly, “Don’t even think about letting go now. If she gets upset and something happens to her baby, don’t expect me to take the blame.”
His grip on my waist tightened briefly, a silent warning, but he let go shortly after. The haste with which he distanced himself only made the moment more uncomfortable.
A bitter laugh escaped me, and without thinking, I reached for the car window button. If he wanted to keep up appearances so badly, why not let her see everything?
Before I could press it, his hand shot out and grabbed mine, his tone cutting through the tension.
“Stop
