Vivienne's POV
I dropped him at the corner he always asked to be dropped at.
Not outside a building. Not at a door that would have given me an address to attach to the name I had been carrying for months. A corner three blocks from wherever he actually lived, chosen with the same deliberate care he applied to everything he didn't want me to have access to yet.
I had stopped noting this with anything other than the quiet acknowledgment of someone who had decided to wait.
He got out of the car and leaned back through the open door for a moment and looked at me with those steady eyes in the particular way he looked at me when something had moved through the evening that he wasn't ready to put into words yet but wanted me to know he was aware of.
"Thank you," he said. "For tonight."
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