The engine roared to life, and Caleb drove out of the underground garage like a man chased by something he could not see, his hands firm on the wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead—
But his mind…
His mind never left her.
Iva.
Still in his bed.
Still in his space.
Still under his skin.
“Damn it…” he muttered under his breath, his grip tightening suddenly before his fist slammed hard against the steering wheel.
The sharp sound echoed inside the car, but it did nothing to release the tension coiling inside him.
He hated this.
Hated it with a force that burned in his chest.
Hated that he had to leave.
Again.
Hated that it happened right after they had been together, when everything between them was still raw, still unresolved, still dangerously fragile.
All because of his fath
