The ride felt casually smooth, too quiet.
For thirty long minutes, the car glided through the city streets in heavy silence. Cathie sat on the far end of the back seat, deliberately keeping her distance, not sparing Rowan a single glance. Rowan, on the other hand, stared out the side window—his reflection staring back at him—yet his mind was nowhere near the passing streets
The car had stopped minutes ago.
Rose even tapped the horn lightly. Twice.
Still, Rowan didn’t move.
They had already arrived.
“Hey.” Cathie’s voice sliced through the silence. “Have you completely lost yourself in some fantasy? Or did the thought of me buying something you could never afford send you into shock?”
There was no response.
Her patience snapped. She leaned forward and snapped her fingers in front o
