Delilah gripped the steering wheel, her fingers tapping against it as Marco's car glided through the morning traffic.
The soft hum of the engine and the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the vehicle reminded her of the previous night—a memory that sent a quiet thrill through her.
The buzz of her phone broke through her thoughts.
She glanced down at the screen, a quick peek before returning her eyes to the road. Ruby.
A smile tugged at her lips as she picked up the call, pressing the speaker button.
"Good morning," Ruby’s voice came, light but carrying a playful undertone.
Delilah chuckled softly, adjusting her grip on the steering wheel. "Good morning to you too, Ruby. I’m already on my way to the café. I’ll be there in a few minutes."
A pause followed, and then Ruby asked,
