Margot POV
In the days after the heat, Rhett Vanderbilt and I didn’t see each other.
Didn’t text.
From days of intense, skin-to-skin everything to radio silence, like strangers.
The drop felt brutal.
Worst part: I had no right to feel hurt about it.
Worse still, the second I knew I’d see him again, something in me lit up, anyway.
I hurried out of the elevator and straight to his reserved spot in the upper levels.
Quiet up there. I kept my head down anyway.
Inside the car, Rhett was already watching me, relaxed, that faint, almost-smile on his face.
No phone, no papers. Just waiting.
My pulse jumped.
“Come here.” He held out a hand.
I hesitated, then put mine in his.
He tugged me across the seat and onto his lap in one smooth motion.
His nose found the side of my neck, and he
