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Moments later, we’re all tucked in, and David steers the car out of James’ driveway.

A beautiful sunset is splashed along the horizon, and the trees turn dark as we take the road back.

It’s a beautiful view, and I get lost in it for a moment while Chloe and David exchange words that hardly register with me.

For the rest of the trip, they talk, and I look out the window.

When David pulls up in front of her building, Chloe's relief is palpable.

She seems grateful that I’m here with her and thanks David for giving us a ride.

“Get some sleep,” I say when she walks out.

She waves at us and vanishes inside her building.

David looks at me in the rearview mirror.

“Would you like to switch to the front seat, Miss Elizabeth?”

The aristocratic way in which he says that makes me blush to my hairline.

Our eyes meet in the rearview mirror.

I ponder before shifting in my seat, walking out, and getting back in.

He steers his car away, glancing to his left.

“What is going on?” he asks.

I stay quiet, waiting for his gaze to come back to me.

He reads my eyes for a moment.

“Are you going to tell me?” he asks.

“We had to leave.”

“We?”

“Chloe had to leave.”

He moves his eyes back to the road.

“Why?”

“Personal reasons.”

“And you?”

“I wanted to stay, but I also wanted to help her. So, here I am.”

We stay quiet for a moment.

“I didn’t know you’d be there,” I murmur, looking out the window.

“I had no clue I’d be there either. My assistant told me this morning.”

I whip my gaze to him like a jealous wife.

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