“You look nice, Tempest.”

From the back seat, I look into the rearview mirror, meeting James’s eyes. “Thanks. You sound surprised.”

His lips curl slightly at the corners.

“If I were a betting man, I’d have put money on you showing up tonight in a gorilla costume or like you were going to a death metal show.”

“Shit, am I that predictable?”

He chuckles.

“I’m just saying, you look nice.”

I glance down at the shimmery silver, sleeveless, ankle-length dress with the ...