When he finally broke the kiss, his hand moved from her waist to her seatbelt, clicking it free in one sharp motion. Without a word, he reached across her and popped the door open from the inside. Then, he pulled away swiftly, retreating to his side of the car to sit upright and stare ahead.
Rosa was stunned by the sudden shift. The heat was gone, replaced by a wall of ice. But she had always known he was no gentleman—expecting him to act like one was a fool’s errand.
She grabbed her handbag, the prescription, and the paper bag carrying her medicine, then stepped out—her legs trembling. Part of it was the trauma of the night, but the sheer intensity of that kiss in the car shared the blame.
She began walking toward the building, the sound of the engine growling behind her as he backed a
