“6 pm” she told him.
He nodded once.
“I will arrange someone to pick you up.”
The certainty in his voice made it clear this was not an offer.
Iva hesitated, unsure what the proper response was in a situation where a crown prince organized transportation for a dishwasher.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
He did not reply.
The locks disengaged with a soft click.
Before she could gather her thoughts, she was already stepping out of the car.
When she turned back—
He was gone.
The car had merged into traffic with silent efficiency, leaving behind only a faint trace of presence and a heart that refused to settle.
“Well, well.”
Iva startled violently.
Barb stood a few feet away, eyes gleaming with curiosity and mischief.
“Damn, girl,” the server drawled, looking after the disappearin
