“Do you want to drive, or should I?” Kylie’s voice came out sharper than she intended, her nerves stretched taut as a bowstring.
Micah shot her a sidelong glance, his expression steady but probing. “I’ll drive. You’re shaking like a leaf.”
She looked down at her hands and, sure enough, her fingers trembled. She clenched them into fists, swallowing the lump of panic rising in her throat. “Fine. Just… drive fast.”
Micah nodded, his movements precise and calm, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside her. He opened the passenger door, and she slid into the seat, the leather cool against her skin despite the summer heat. The faint scent of gasoline and old cologne filled the air as another man—a recruit whose name escaped her—climbed into the backseat without a word.
The SUV rumbled to
