She wasn’t the person he thought she was. She was deeply damaged, with secrets even Jackson didn’t know. She’d put herself back together, piece by piece, and now she protected herself carefully.
Aware that her staff were probably watching and speculating, she extracted her wrist from his grip.
“Put the shirt on. That way there will be something to rip off should I ever decide to go down that route again.”
TWO DAYS LATER, Sean drove Walter home from the hospital. His grandfather clutched the car seat and stared straight ahead.
“This car should be on a racetrack.”
Sean drove gently, nursing the Porsche around the bends so that his grandfather didn’t even shift in his seat. The car purred like a tame lion. “It’s engineering perfection. There is no such thing as a bad day when you’re driving this.”
His grandfather grunted. “You could have bought a Corvette.”
“I didn’t want a Corvette.”
“It doesn’t even have cupholders.”
Sean tried to imagine what would happen to a cup of coffee as he accelerated away and waltzed around corners. “But it does have a super sharp throttle response. You can’t drive this car and not smile. If you ever want to give it a try, let me know.”
“If I want to kill myself I’ll just stand in the middle of the road.”
Sean slowed down as he took a right and drove past the sign for Snow Crystal Resort and Spa.
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