Adrian's POV:
The next morning, the sun broke through the clouds, bathing the European countryside in crisp, golden light. The hours spent behind the wheel became my favorite part of the entire journey. With the open road stretching ahead, the rigid, unyielding CEO armor Vivian wore in London began to slip away entirely.
She sat in the passenger seat, one foot tucked comfortably under her, resting her hand on the center console. Her fingers were loosely entwined with mine while I kept my other hand on the steering wheel.
"Did you drive through these mountain roads often when you were younger?" she asked, watching the sweeping green hills roll past her window.
"A few times with my grandfather," I replied, keeping my eyes on the winding road. "He hated flying. He always said that taking
