“Fine,” I said, standing. “Let’s go.”
Connor’s triumphant smile as he looked at Adrian made my heart skip despite myself.
We walked to the parking area where my modest BMW sedan waited. Emma Thompson had driven us here and would continue as our driver.
Connor settled into the passenger seat while Grace and I took the back. His Alpha presence filled the small space, making the air feel charged with electricity.
“Thank you for this,” he said quietly as Emma started the engine.
I didn’t respond, focusing instead on Grace’s chatter about her day at school.
The drive to the Winters estate passed in relative silence. Connor occasionally responded to Grace’s questions, but his attention remained focused on me through the rearview mirror.
When we reached the estate entrance, I leaned
