“Get out,” Barry said, his voice cold and sharp.
Lucy blinked.
“What?”
“I said get out,” he repeated, not even looking at her. His hand gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing holding his anger in place.
Her heart dropped.
She looked around, and that’s when she noticed, his car was parked right outside the penthouse building. The street lamps cast a soft glow across the sidewalk, and the familiar black gate stood tall just a few feet away.
They were here. Already. And she was still in the back seat.
Her throat tightened. It hadn’t been real.
None of it.
Not the kiss.
Not his touch.
Not the heat curling between them.
Just her stupid, wild thoughts running off on their own again. Just her mind filling the space with things that didn’t exist. That didn’t happen.
Her
