THE late morning sun spilled lightly across the sky when Adrian pulled up in front of Vivian’s apartment complex. He honked once, sharp but not loud enough to draw unnecessary attention. Moments later, Vivian emerged, dressed in a fitted sundress that clung in all the right places, a scarf loosely tied around her neck, and oversized sunglasses hiding half her face. She carried a handbag too small to conceal anything but her phone and a tube of lipstick.
Sliding into the passenger seat, she smiled faintly.
“You came.”
“I said I would try,” Adrian replied simply, shifting the car into gear. His eyes flicked briefly to her before returning to the road. “How are you feeling?”
“A bit light-headed,” she admitted, letting her hand brush across her stomach. “But at least I don’t feel like thr
