Harley’s P.O.V.
Carlos’s brows pulled together slightly, as if my question surprised him. He didn’t answer immediately. The silence stretched, filled only with the soft hum of the car and the beat of my own heart.
Then he finally spoke, voice low. “I was surviving, Harley. Learning how to live in the shadows that weren’t mine. Hiding the parts of me others wanted to erase.”
Alpha glanced at me. “But I may have meant to walk in late, so I could help you when you needed me the most.”
The honesty of his tone warmed my heart as I wanted to ask more, to get lost in whatever this thing was blooming between us. But a sudden thought hit me, snapping me out of the haze of his charisma.
“Wait!” I turned to him, suspicious now, narrowing my eyes. “How did you even get there? At the exact right m
