At the Smith's mansion:
It was already dusk when the car pulled up at the driveway. Hazel turned to Rowan, who had his sleeves rolled up, revealing his chiseled arms.
"It's late, and it might rain soon, why don't you come in?"
"Miss me already?" Rowan teased, a grin tugging at his lips. Of course, he'd always come up with something flirty.
"Actually, I never got a chance to say a proper thank you."
"How do you plan on doing that?" He leaned closer, and she could smell his musky cologne. A part of her wanted to grab him by the shirt and bury her face in his chest, but she held back.
"You can join us for dinner. Mom always asks about you, I think she misses you a lot." For a moment, Rowan just stared, his once amused expression now faded, and a flicker of something flashed in his eyes.
