Daisy
He stared at me for a long moment, his arm still around my waist, the city still glittering behind us, his expression doing something I had never seen on Norman White’s face in all the years I had known him. He looked genuinely, completely thrown. Like his brain had received a message it wasn’t prepared to process.
I waited, my eyes not blinking.
Then he took my hand.
We didn’t go back inside. We took the side stairs down, moving through the quiet lower levels of the building without a word, out through a side exit and into the cool night air of the parking structure. His car was on the second level. Black, sleek, exactly what I expected. He unlocked it without slowing down, and I got in, and the door had barely closed behind us before his mouth found mine again.
The backseat wa
