Antonio's face creased in confusion; the morning had taken him completely off guard when Eloise suddenly gave him a call to come pick her up, sounding so urgent, only to arrive and be told to drive her to her company.
“ Do I look like your designated driver?” he'd asked her, his face deadpan as he'd thought she was in some kind of trouble.
Now seated in the car beside her, he parked in front of the company.
“ What are we doing here?” he asked, glancing at her tightly packed ponytail hair, the white shirt tucked into high-waisted jeans, and the moccasins that looked too formal for comfort tells she was up to something. She looked ready—for battle or self-destruction. He wasn’t sure which.
But she remained seated, her lips sealed, her hands clutching her bag tightly with her heart poundi
