THE drive back from the Cole’s mansion was quiet. Not the comfortable type of quiet, but the kind that lingered after a storm had just passed.
Amelia kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel, her gaze fixed on the road ahead. The afternoon sun filtered through the windshield, casting soft golden reflections across her face.
Beside her, Charles shifted in his seat, still trying to wrap his head around everything that had just happened.
Finally, he spoke.
“I still can’t believe she actually did that.”
Amelia didn’t look at him.
“Hmm?”
“Shantel,” he clarified, exhaling sharply. “Going all the way to Adrian’s mansion. Walking in there like she owned the place. Just to prove a point.”
Amelia shook her head slowly.
“Some people don’t know when to stop.”
Charles leaned back against
