"You dare?"
Joanne absolutely didn't.
She'd made it clear—she wasn't some starry-eyed teenager who'd jump into romance just because someone said they liked her.
Hell, even at sixteen she'd never been that reckless.
Level-headed—that's how she'd always been.
Zane's words echoed in her memory: "Your greatest strength is being rational. Ironically, your greatest weakness too."
Truth was, she hated this calculated approach. But without privilege came no room for whims.
Joanne jerked her hand back. "Not a chance."
She turned and bolted, relieved when Ethan didn't give chase.
At the curb, she fumbled with her ride-hailing app when suddenly—a sleek Rolls-Royce pulled up sharply. That damned familiar plate—Zane's.
Joanne spun and ran like a fugitive spotting cops.
But outrunning Zane? I
