Sinclair returns in the next minute, slamming the door hard and walking over the grab me. "You say one more f****d up line about Dane and I will throw you off a cliff."
"Just try," I retort, glaring back at him.
His gaze flickers to mine briefly, a mixture of exasperation and something deeper in his eyes. "You vex me, Ginevra."
"Likewise," I tell him as he cradles me with one arm, pulling open the car door. Begrudgingly, I mutter, "Thank you."
His only response is a low growl in his throat, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. He lowers me gently into the backseat, and my fingers brush against his coat on the hangar.
"Ms. Williams?" Sinclair inquires once he's settled in the driver's seat, and I gaze at the back of his head while tugging on his coat.
"No," I reply, unwilling to
