"The car is at your company?"
Xavier Grayson seemed to find her slow. A low chuckle rumbled from his throat. "Do you think I drive a race car to work?"
"Then—"
Then why ask me to come to your company?
"Come with me to pick it up."
"Oh."
So that's what he meant.
Wait—wouldn't it be faster if she just went straight to his place? Why make a stop at his office first?
He quickly cleared up her confusion. "Adrian wants to see you. Some things are better said in person. I hope from now on, he'll stop making a fuss about meeting you."
Chloe Bishop finally understood. He wanted her to explain things to the little boy—to help him understand what separation meant, and to let him accept it willingly.
Xavier Grayson was handing her a difficult task.
His voice came again. "It's not just Adria
