Damon
The Porsche’s engine growled beneath me, a low, angry rumble that matched the irritation boiling in my chest. I wasn’t even sure where I was driving just away. Away from the look on Wren’s face when I handed her the keys.
It wasn’t excitement.
It wasn’t even mild surprise.
It was… disappointment? Maybe even offense.
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, jaw clenching hard enough to hurt.
I’d wanted to see her smile.
Instead, I’d seen her walls go up.
With Serena, it had been easy material things solved everything. A new handbag when she was angry. A luxury getaway when she felt neglected. She’d light up like a Christmas tree, and I didn’t have to think too hard about it. I’d thought Wren… well, I thought she’d be happy too.
I needed an anchor. Someone who wouldn’t mince
