Nelson was behind the wheel when the photo came in.
He caught a glimpse during a red light pause. The caption was ridiculous, but it still got him to check his phone.
Then he couldn't look away.
Under a flickering neon sign layered on a retro-looking storefront, a woman in a lace tea-length dresss tood out. Her heels clicked under the moody lights, all charm and allure. Draped over her shoulders was a black blazer, her fair arm delicately linked with a man's. It looked like something straight out of an old movie poster.
Even though the shot was taken from a distance and only half her face could be seen, it was obvious who she was.
And the man beside her? That was Adrian—the same guy he'd punched not long ago.
Adrian had actually taken Claire to that kind of place?
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