Lila’s POV
I jump up the moment I regain my balance, brushing my hair behind my ears, heart still thudding. “I’m sorry, the car—” I stammer, fingers flicking in the air like they might explain what my words can’t.
Lior cuts me off gently, voice low. “Ye… yeah, it’s fine. It wasn’t your fault.”
He clears his throat and leans forward to pick up the magazine that had fallen to the floor. His eyes stay on it for a beat too long, pretending to read, but it’s clear he’s just trying to clear the tension between us.
I nod and turn my gaze toward the window. Buildings blur past. The city lights dance in the glass, but I barely see them.
By the time we pull into the resort, Dave parks smoothly and I force myself to smile. The welcome team greets us with cheerful bows, floral leis, and polite in
