LUTHER POV

The car hummed quietly beneath me, the leather under my hands familiar and grounding. I didn’t glance at Sienna. I didn’t need to. Her presence was a weight I could feel, light but persistent, pressing at my chest in a way I refused to name. I kept my jaw set, eyes on the road ahead, though every instinct I had screamed to look at her, measure the way she sat, the tension coiled in her shoulders.

She wasn’t mine. Not fully. Not yet. And that thought alone made every careful ...