I expected Jace to take me upstairs.
After everything that had happened at Lawson Customs that afternoon, after the award, the celebration, the hugs, and the constant interruptions, I thought he was finally going to take me back to my apartment and give us the privacy we had been trying to find all day.
Instead, he walked straight past the stairs. I frowned as he reached for his motorcycle keys.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
Jace glanced over his shoulder, and the smile on his face made me immediately suspicious.
"Somewhere." He said.
"That’s not an answer." I said.
"It’s the only answer you’re getting." He said.
I folded my arms across my chest while he approached me.
"You realize that I’m your wife, right?" I asked.
"I’m aware." He said.
"Then you should know that I hate surp
