A man stepped out, fury written in every stride.
Christian stepped out too.
Their eyes met.
It was Noah Bradford.
Gray shirt hugging his frame. Sleeves rolled up. Dark jeans. White sneakers. A black designer watch flashing as he pointed toward the Jeep.
“Are you out of your damn mind?” Noah barked. “Trying to run me off the road?”
Christian stared him down, unmoved.
Noah narrowed his eyes. “You again? From the light. ‘Time will tell.’ Are you stalking me now?”
Christian said nothing.
Noah stepped closer. “Answer me, jackass!”
Christian’s voice dropped like frost. “You’re loud for someone who can’t drive.”
“Oh, I’m the problem?”
Christian removed his glasses. “Take a course. Learn your lanes.”
“You better watch your—”
“Or what?”
Inside the Jeep, Mia scrolled her phone.
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