She could not meet the Professor’s eyes as they drove back to the penthouse, even as Nova soon fell asleep in the car seat.
She glanced back at her carseat through the rearview mirror, thinking the little girl must find car rides soothing because she fell asleep every single time they got in her father’s car.
“We have to be somewhere this evening,” the Professor said, turning to look at her.
She glanced at him, and looked away again.
“Where?” She hoped this impromptu journey would not affect her plans later with Greg.
“The Dankworths are having dinner,” he said, and this startled Myra.
Why the hell would he want her to be at his family dinner? He must have guessed her thoughts because he said,
“Nova hates events like these, but she would be happy to go if you were there.” He stop
