Elle's POV
"Where the hell are you?"
I looked at Navid. He had his phone to his ear, his voice sharp and impatient.
"Then you better hurry up!" He snapped before hanging up. "That asshole," he muttered under his breath.
I frowned, my curiosity piqued.
Who was he talking to? Were we waiting for someone?
I opened my mouth to ask, but the words died in my throat when a car pulled up directly in front of us.
"Wow," I whispered, my eyes widening as I stared at the car in wonder.
A Lexus GS 350—sleek, polished, and expensive.
Whoever owned the car was clearly someone of status.
The driver’s door swung open, and a tall man stepped out. Like Navid, he was dressed for the cold in a peacoat, jeans, and snow boots, topped off with dark sunglasses.
I couldn't take my eyes off him. His hair
