Sebastian’s gaze softened as he offered, "If you can't spend the night here, there's a hotel about ten minutes away. I can take you there."
Amelia hesitated. "I prefer that… but I don't have my credit card with me."
He tried to mask his disappointment but failed slightly. "I can help you with the payment. No big deal."
She nodded, seeming to accept his offer at first, then shook her head. "I don't want to stress you more by taking me there and helping me check-in. I don’t think the rain will stop anytime soon."
"Yeah," he sighed, "I just want you to be comfortable in every way… with me. So, I wouldn’t mind stressing over that. You’re my son's mother and my wife—" He paused, his expression tightening before he corrected himself, "And my ex-wife."
She looked at him, her face unreadable
