Liora’s POV
The way Rowan put it made me almost roll my eyes at him. He led me to his car like a gentleman, and I acted like this date wasn’t anything special. It shouldn’t be anything special.
Rowan didn’t say a word on the drive, and neither did I. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, not exactly, but it was loaded, stretched thin like the string of a bow. I stared out the window, counting the turns, trying to figure out where he lived. When the car slowed to a stop, my stomach flipped. No way.
The building looming over me wasn’t just familiar, it was mine. My brand-new residence. The villa Mirabel had arranged. And Rowan… lived here too.
No, not just here. As I followed him through the pristine lobby, exchanging nods with staff who clearly knew him, the truth sank in harder.
