Fiona POV
“I’ll drive you home.”
The words come out even as I inwardly curse myself. Driving him home will only expose more of my faults. I haven’t driven a car since before I went to prison. This could be a disaster, but I still accept the keys when we reach his car and when he holds them out to me.
I try to tell myself it’ll be fine. No one forgets how to drive in only three years, right? I’ll just be a bit rusty; that’s all.
This won’t be too bad.
Silently, I get into the driver’s seat and take a few deep breaths. All the while, Nolan stands there and watches me. He probably thinks I’m overreacting, but he eventually gets in the passenger seat beside me.
I try to ignore his gaze while I double check the mirrors, and I don’t miss how one of his hands grips the armrest between
