Jessica's POV

The door shut with a heavy click. The car smelled of leather, smoke, and power. His eyes lingered on my legs a moment too long before finding my face again.

He didn't speak, and I didn't dare. Every nerve in me hummed, aware of his nearness, of that faint cologne and the sharpness in his gaze that missed nothing.

"You're shivering," he said, adjusting the air conditioning. His hand brushed my knee as he gestured toward the vent. "Or is that nervousness?"

"Both," I ...