Jin’s POV
The phone rang four times before clicking over to voicemail. The sound of her generic greeting—a cheerful, professional tone that was so utterly at odds with the flustered, passionate woman who’d just fled from me—was a special kind of torture.
“You’ve reached Emily Carter. Leave a message.”
Beep.
I ended the call without speaking, my grip on the phone tight enough to strain the casing. The silence in the back of my town car was absolute, a stark contrast to the riot in my head.
She ran.
She’d looked at me with those wide, shocked eyes, seen God-knows-what on my face, and she’d run as if I were a monster. As if what we’d just done was something to escape.
The driver’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, a silent question. I gave a sharp, almost imperceptible shake of my
