Aria's pov
"Come downstairs. I'll turn the car around and pick you up," Reis said as he backed up." You can stay at my place tonight, and we'll sort things out tomorrow."
It didn't feel entirely appropriate.
Sure, I'd stayed at his place before when I was sick, but that was different.
Now I was fine, and besides, his apartment wasn't exactly next door.
I hesitated.
When I stepped outside, Reis's car pulled up less than ten minutes later.
The streets were nearly empty, the air sharp with that post-midnight quiet only New York could have.
"Your place is too far," I said as I climbed in." Just lend me some cash and drop me at a hotel. It'll save you the trip and the gas money."
Reis shot me a look, one brow raised." A hotel on New Year's Eve? At two in the morning
