Isla waited, watching Grayson with wide, nervous eyes. She wanted an actual answer, if only to avoid provoking him further down the road.
She held her breath and waited quietly.
Grayson glanced sideways, something coldly amused flickering in his eyes. "Simple. Nobody gets to owe me money and just walk away."
"..."
That is a genuinely suffocating answer.
Isla hugged her bag tighter, deflating in her seat. Watching her wilt, Grayson leaned back, satisfied, and closed his eyes to rest.
The rest of the ride passed in relative peace Grayson dozed, clearly running on fumes. Marcus drove in focused silence up front, and Isla, left with nothing to do, found her attention drifting sideways every so often.
Okay, this man is insufferable. But objectively? He's stupidly good-looking.
Smooth sk
