Vincent's POV
Rachel was already at the door when I caught up to her.
"Let me drop you," I said.
She glanced at me and nodded, and we rode the elevator down together without speaking. The building lobby was quiet at this hour, with only the night security at the front desk and the low hum of the ventilation system filling the space.
My car was still out front. I'd dismissed the driver earlier but the building concierge had arranged a replacement without being asked.
We drove in silence for the first few minutes. I was thinking of what to say to make all this better but there was nothing I could say to make it sound better.
I decided to straightforward, "I'm sorry. Tonight wasn't what I planned."
Rachel was looking out the window at the city going past. "You don't have to keep apolog
