Elin’s POV

Aaron’s warm hand clasped my waist, and he bent down to press a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.

His hoarse voice said to me, “Have Erikson drive you home. I do have a lot of work to handle.”

His answer surprised me, but of course I nodded immediately. I didn’t want to provoke him now—his wound hadn’t healed. “Alright. I drove here, so I can drive myself back.”

“Tomorrow…” Aaron’s fingers brushed my cheek, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear ...