Cole casually leaned an elbow on the hood, clearly enjoying her reaction. “Thought this might jog a memory. You told me once you used to ride in one. Said it was your favorite car growing up.”
She blinked, memories rising like bubbles. Her pack’s estate, her mother’s perfume, a chauffeur who used to open the door for her while she sat in the back pretending to be grown.
Coincidentally, it was the same model that Cole got.
“I—yeah, but I never actually got to drive it,” she said with a small laugh, eyes wide. “I was barely legal when everything changed. I never even learned.”
“That’s why I’m driving,” Cole said smoothly, fishing out the keys from his coat pocket and tossing them up with a little spin. “Consider it a full-circle moment with better company this time.”
Her voice softened
