. She stared at the Maybach. It sat there, completely

silence

echoed from the directi

lia

nature loud, grating voice b

eld two iced Americanos from Starbucks, the dark liquid sloshing dang

her knee, then to her awkward stance. His jaw tightened. He instantly a

eached out, his arm wrapping heavily around her shoulders, pulling

made her skin crawl. She instinctively twisted

ybach, the dr

hem with the force of a physical blow. The blinding light locked

ed her face a

le sn

one of the sweating coffee cups into her ches

his open palm against the reinforced glass

all the way down. It lo

oning poured out from the narro

of cedarwood mixed with so

, and her brain

familiarity ripped through

ng at that two-inch gap, desp

a single hand resting on the steering wheel. The knuckles were bone-white,

say a single word. He

d feel the weight of that stare. It was

gain, but the words died in his

ed shut with a soft thud, cutting

se. The tires shrieked against

c. The side mirror missed Orville's suit jacket by less than

ak as the car shot up the exit ramp an

sweat forming on his forehead. He flippe

d the plastic coffee cup so hard the side

at the walls of her memory, dragging up the ghost of

p it. She forced the ridiculous thought out of her mind. He

returning. "Are you okay? Did he hit you

erfectly evading his hand. She forced a tigh

hey walked toward the elevators. "Good. Because we need to talk about