(Aurora's POV)
The combination of alcohol and exhaustion pulled me into a deep sleep the moment the car started moving. When I opened my eyes, the vehicle was stationary in front of my apartment building. A heavy suit jacket draped over my shoulders, enveloping me in the scent of cedarwood and tobacco.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up straight. I pulled the jacket off and handed it to the man sitting in the driver's seat.
"I'm sorry," I murmured, my voice still thick with sleep. "You should have woken me."
Phineas arched a brow as he took the jacket. He tossed it into the back seat and turned to face me. "How old are you this year?"
The question caught me off guard. "Twenty-seven."
"I am only six years older than you," he said, his voice flat. "You do not need to constantly address me as
