[Noah's POV]

"Noah, it's so late. And the roads are dangerous. Can't I just stay the night?"

Jessica's voice grated on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

I looked at her standing in the doorway of the dining room, her eyes wide and pleading, her hand clutching her Chanel purse like a lifeline.

Normally, I would have said no. I would have had Daniel call her a car and sent her on her way.

But tonight, I was angry. Angry at Elena.

During dinner, when Jessica asked to stay, I had looked at ...