Aria
The drive back to the city was awkward Ethan sat beside her in the backseat of the black SUV, one hand resting on his knee, the other close enough that their fingers brushed every time the car hit a bump. He didn’t reach for her.
Didn’t speak unless she did. His security team followed in a second vehicle, lights off now that the immediate threat was gone.
Aria stared out the window at the passing highway signs. Brandon’s face kept flashing in her mind...the way he’d raised his hands like he was surrendering, the binder full of signatures, Ethan’s name stamped on page after page.
She’d left the binder on his desk. She hadn’t taken it. She didn’t want any more pieces of paper telling her who to hate.
Ethan’s phone buzzed once. He glanced at it, then silenced it without looking a
