I stepped out of the restaurant, the laughter of my friends still trailing behind me. Dinner with my friends was always fun, and the air was cooler now. My heels clicked against the pavement as I walked out, looking for the usual sleek black car and familiar driver in uniform.
But when the door opened, it wasn’t Tom.
It was him.
"Jace."
“Evening,” Jace replied, sitting behind the wheel in all black, one hand gripping the leather wheel, the other resting casually on the gear shift. His sleeves were rolled, tattoos peeking out.
I blinked. “What the hell?”
“Need a ride or not?” he asked, a coy smirk on his face.
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope.”
I got into the passengers seat, slamming the door. “What are you doing here?”
He drove off, smooth and silent. “Just filling in.”
“Did you chase m
