Aria's POV

I heard the sound of the car entering the compound immediately the clock struck seven. And my lips curled into a smile before I could stop myself.

He was home—right on time. I had learned this morning that it took him an hour to drive from his company back home, which meant he must have left exactly at six. The thought made my heart warm in a way I wasn’t ready to admit.

The front door opened, and he rolled in, his sharp eyes immediately meeting mine.

"Good evening," I greeted ...