Ellie was terrified of Grayson. She'd rather sleep in the nightclub tonight than get into his car.
But the edge in his tone warned her not to argue. When he climbed into the driver's seat, she bit her lip, opened the passenger door, and slid in.
The enclosed space felt suffocating. The tension radiating from Grayson was palpable, making it hard for Ellie to breathe. She clutched the seatbelt with both hands, sitting rigidly as if she were a statue. Inside, her nerves were a cacophony of anxiety.
"Address," came his deep voice, breaking the oppressive silence.
Ellie swallowed hard. "Simmons Bay," she said softly.
Grayson said nothing more, starting the car and heading toward Simmons Bay. The rain outside poured heavily, forcing him to drive slowly for safety.
The slow pace only
