My head jerked up.
I recognized Ashton. My ridiculously attractive neighbor.
"I think... someone I know might've been in an accident." I swallowed my rising panic. "I need to get to the Grangers'."
The second I had enough brain cells online to function, I fumbled for my phone and ordered an Uber.
I stood up, wobbly, and made it two steps before Ashton caught my arm. "Let me drive you."
"I'm fine, I can—"
"It'll take ages to get a ride from here," he said, already pulling me toward the lift as if I'd agreed. "My car's downstairs. It's faster."
He wasn't wrong. Also, I wasn't in the mood to argue. Not when my nerves were having a full-blown seizure.
As the lift descended, Ashton made a quick call—something low and calm in that velvet voice of his.
When we reached
