The man looked at her for a moment but did not insist she sit back down. He held out his coat. “I’ve got a friend at L.A. airport. I need to go pick her up.”
Elena obediently took the coat, nodding. “Don’t worry, I’ll call you once I get home.”
Silas’s brows furrowed slightly at her responsible demeanor, but he said nothing more. She was his kept woman, and since he didn’t have time to take her home, taking a cab was fine. He reached out to smooth her hair. “I’ll go first.”
Elena nodded and watched his tall figure slide into the car. The black Bentley slowly pulled away from the hospital and disappeared from view.
She stood there clutching his coat as the autumn wind lifted her skirt. A chill ran through her. It was not a strong feeling, just the sudden shift from the warmth and laught
