The low hum of the engine filled the car, but the tension riding between the two men was anything but quiet.
Christian’s fingers gripped the steering wheel, knuckles faintly white against the leather. His eyes were fixed on the road, yet it was clear his mind was somewhere else entirely.
In the passenger seat, Sean sat with one leg propped casually over the other, watching his friend with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.
“So,” Sean finally said, breaking the silence, “are you going to tell me why we went to Rose’s place? Or are we pretending this was some urgent work-related check-in?”
Christian’s jaw flexed. “I told you. I needed to talk to her.”
“Uh-huh.” Sean’s tone was dry, skeptical. “Because driving across the city with me in tow to confront your nanny about some vague conc
