Lucian opened the passenger side of Georgia’s black Lamborghini and waited as she slipped in without saying a word.
The evening air was cool, and the soft hum of cars in the distance filled the silence between them. Lucian walked around the front and slid into the driver’s seat, pulling the door shut.
He looked over at her, eyes soft. “Seatbelt.”
Georgia gave him a look. “I wasn’t going to forget.”
He raised a brow. “You forgot last time.”
She sighed and clicked the seatbelt into place, then leaned her head back against the seat. “Thanks for driving me.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, starting the engine. The low rumble filled the space. “I didn’t want you driving in this state. You’re tired.”
She didn’t argue. The truth was, her head was heavy and her heart heavier.
As he pulled out o
