R O S A L I E
Luciano pulled up in front of Freya's building, the engine purring. He turned in his seat, a smooth smile on his face. "So, I'll take Rosalie back now, and you, Freya," he said, letting the name roll off his tongue, "I'll be sure to take you up on that tour of your bakery."
Freya's cheeks were already glowing. "Anytime," she managed, her voice a little breathy. She unbuckled her seatbelt and fumbled with the door handle.
She gave me a side eye and I knew it was my cue. "Actually," I said, leaning forward between the seats, my voice casual. "I think I'll stay with Freya tonight. Just to, you know, talk things out. Girl stuff."
Luciano's smile didn't falter, but the warmth in his eyes cooled by a few degrees. His gaze flickered from me to Freya and back. "Axel won't like t
