He leaned down, and she pressed her back against the door, trying to put space between them. But when he was that close, she simply turned her face away. Her frown deepened. She was in no mood to take his orders.
“I’ll return the money to your account. Just let me go,” she said, her voice sharp.
He studied her for a brief moment, his hands braced on either side of her—one against the seatback, the other against the door.
“I get it,” he said calmly, his warm breath brushing her ear. “You’re upset about what happened at the store today.”
She scoffed and shook her head subtly. Her ex-husband was so full of himself—always assuming he knew everything.
“Look, I helped you. I paid for the jewellery you stole. So why are you upset with me?” His tone was edged with irritation.
She turned her
