"I gotta run," I muttered and braced myself, but then the window rolled down, revealing the familiar, inviting face of a cute architect. "Mr. Sinclair?"
"Hi," he greeted with a wide smile. "Do you need a ride?"
My lips turned upside down when he opened the door for me, and I hopped in without hesitation. "You saved my life!" I exclaimed and hugged him.
I felt him stiffen from my sudden action but eventually chuckled it off and patted my back twice for comfort.
"I don't have my wallet with me. I couldn't go back to work, and I thought I was just going to walk back to the building and—ugh! That bastard just left me here," I grumbled as I settled myself back in the passenger seat.
"Mr. Miles?" he asked, confirming who I was referring to.
"Who else?" I scoffed. "If there's someone I woul
