Grayson frowned, rolled every window down, and turned to look out at the passing street.
The breeze carried a wave of pork-scented air straight from Isla to him.
Isla caught the flicker of disgust crossing his features instantly.
This is awkward on so many levels.
He's the one who yelled at me to get in this car, fully aware of what I looked like, and now he's making faces about it? Not my fault.
But then, remembering how this man operated, she braced herself he'd probably find some way to bill her for "contaminating" the upholstery.
Isla scooted forward, trying to compress herself into as small a space as possible.
This car's worth more than I'll make in a decade. I cannot afford whatever damages he'll invent.
She was still spiraling through worst-case scenarios when Grayson's voi
