Kendrick
The evening air was crisp as I led Kimberly toward the car. She walked beside me, her steps cautious but steady, as if she still wasn’t sure what to make of this sudden shift in my behavior. I couldn’t blame her. If I were in her position, I’d be just as wary.
When we reached the sleek black car parked at the entrance, the driver opened the door for her, but I held up a hand, stopping him.
“I’ll drive,” I said.
The driver hesitated, glancing between Kimberly and me before nodding. “As you wish, sir.” He stepped back, bowing slightly before walking away.
I opened the door myself and gestured for Kimberly to get in. She looked at me, uncertain, then slid inside. Once she was settled, I shut the door behind her and walked around to the driver’s seat. As I got in, I could feel he
