Evelyn’s POV
Kane and I are silent as we head toward home. True to his word, he’s the one driving me home, so we’re alone in the car together. His attention is pointed ahead at the road while I glance out the window.
I’m not sure why he came to get me or offered to drive me home. He could have sent someone in his place, but he came himself. He does seem a little on edge, though.
I risk a look toward him, not sure if my gaze is undetected or not. I can see the way his hands clench the steering wheel, his jaw remains tight. However, it doesn’t necessarily seem like he’s upset with me.
Finally, I clear my throat. “Thank you for driving me home,” I say, just as a way to break the silence.
“You don’t have to thank me,” Kane replies. “I’m your husband, after all. It’s the least I can do.”
