Sean said flatly, “I’ll drive you.”

The tone was calm, almost casual. But there was something stubborn in it, edged with command. The kind you couldn’t really refuse.

I opened my mouth, but I didn’t know what to say. Clara smiled at me and said, “Ms. Rogers, you and Mr. Walker know each other so well. Don’t be polite with him! And it’s rush hour right now—getting a ride is the worst. When I used to get off work at this time, even Uber would have me ...