The black leather seat beneath me felt cold even with James’s presence. My hands rested in my lap, fingers twisting together as I stared out the window, watching his taillights disappear into the night.
Something wasn’t right.
James had never been a man of simple plans. If he wanted me to believe his excuse for leaving in such a rush, he should have tried harder.
I inhaled slowly, then pushed myself to have a steady voice. “Follow that car.”
The driver stiffened in his seat. His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles whitening. “Mrs. Blackwood, I was instructed—”
I don't give a s**t what you thought you were supposed to do." I met his eyes in the rearview window, emotionless. “Drive.”
For a moment, he hesitated, but then, with a reluctant nod, he shifted gears and pulled onto the
