Liana's Pov

I was already parked in the garage lot, in the back recess and out of sight of the security cameras, when Jonathan opened the side door and crawled into the back seat beside me. The movement was swift but not agitated, a silence of confidence to his posture that suggested this was not the first time he had engaged in something so secretive. But today was not for him. Today was for what he needed to tell me.

He didn't waste any time. He reached into his messenger bag, got a ...