“No.”
The answer was forceful, and for the first time that night, she heard a hint of the man she knew he was. The man who called the shots and expected people to listen without dissent. Melanie wasn’t going to protest. She didn’t want to take him any place except her bedroom.
The next fifteen minutes passed in silence. Melanie focused on navigating through the white curtain of snow, driving as though she was transporting the most precious cargo. Even if a decade’s worth of fantasies weren’t about to come to fruition, she didn’t need to the one responsible for maiming—or worse—Derek Fox. He may be persona non grata tonight, but in a few short weeks, he’d be a superstar again.
“Home,” she announced, pulling into her driveway.
He squinted through the windshield. “How can you tell? I can’
