“Where are we going?” Roman asked, his tone casual, but his grip on the wheel was anything but.

Blair barely looked at him. “The diner in town.”

Silence settled between them, thick with unspoken tension. Roman followed Keira’s car as the town blurred past with old storefronts, familiar streets to her, but she didn’t pay them any attention.

Her fingers tapped restlessly against her thigh. Roman drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his leg, exuding that ...