Richard's POV
I glared at Lance, my eyes boring into him, daring him to say something stupid. He didn't. Smart choice.
With a snap of my fingers, my bodyguards moved instantly. One opened the car door while another shielded me, scanning the surroundings like good little soldiers. I slid into the backseat smoothly, the familiar scent of leather and my cologne wrapping around me.
I left the door open.
Lance stood there like a lost dog, his hands buried in his pockets, hesitating.
I exhaled sharply. "Get in and stop looking like an idiot."
He blinked, then climbed inside, shutting the door behind him.
The car remained still, the streetlights outside flickering against the tinted windows, casting shadows over Lance's tense face. I didn't look at him.
I sighed, control
