Chapter 96 So that means we are basically over

Trish stared out of the side window, watching the landscape pass by as Zachary drove them back to London. Since they had left the training center, the tension in the car hadn’t faded. It was a living, breathing presence.

The medical had been uncomfortable enough. Jared had obviously noticed the hickeys on various parts of her body—he would have had to be blind not to notice them—but he hadn’t said anything, keeping his questions strictly professional.

Yet he couldn’t hide the frown on his face or the probing, hard looks he shot at Zachary. Jared knew; Trish was sure of that. Normally, it wouldn’t bother her that much. Jared was probably the only person of her acquaintance whom she completely trusted not to betray her: he was the definition of a “nice guy,” if such a thing existed.