Alexander’s POV

With a deep sigh, I pick up my phone, grab the red rose bouquet I ordered for Sophia earlier today from the other seat, and open my door.

Garvey opens his door and is out before I can even put a foot on the ground.

“I’ll drive myself tomorrow,” I say to him once I’m out and shut my door. He raises his hands, about to sign. But I continue, “Take Sophia to her Pilates session and bring her home safely. Then take the rest of the day off.”

“I can take you to the ...