The driver adjusted the rearview mirror.
And my entire body went completely still.
Oh.
Oh no.
No no no.
Because this wasn’t an Uber.
Not even remotely.
Green eyes met mine through the mirror.
Cold.
Sharp.
Infuriatingly beautiful.
And suddenly my mouth went completely dry.
Caelin.
This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t f*****g happening!
For one horrible second neither of us spoke.
Then his gaze slowly dropped toward my dress.
A muscle ticked violently in his jaw.
“Business casual?” he asked flatly.
My heartbeat immediately betrayed me.
Fast.
Way too fast.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Driving you obviously.”
I stared at the back of his head in disbelief.
“You are not my Uber.”
“No,” he agreed calmly while pulling away from the curb. “I’m significantly better.”
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