LYRA’S POV
I stood in front of the diner waiting for Rowan.
A strong sense of relief filled me when I saw his car pull up in front of the diner and he stepped out, looking as dashing and breathtaking as ever.
“Lyra...” Rowan said with a worried look on his face. “How did you get to this part of town?”
For an insane reason, my heart picked on the fact that he called me by my name. Not his special endearment. Was he going to stop addressing me by my nickname too?
“I went out with a friend.” I cleared my throat and shifted on my feet. “Thanks for picking me up.”
Rowan was gentlemanly enough to open the door for me. I sat inside the car while he turned to the driver's side. We got on the road and he started a conversation with me.
“How was your day? I heard you went shopping with A
