The day had been long, and the weight of her encounter with James still clung to Lyla like a shadow. Noah had noticed—of course, he had. He didn't ask questions or push her to talk more than she wanted to, but the way he watched her, the way he stayed close, told her he wasn't going to let her sink into her thoughts alone.
So when he told her to change into something comfortable and meet him outside, she didn't question it.
An hour later, Lyla found herself sitting in Noah's sleek black car as they drove through the city streets. She glanced at him. "Where are we going?"
Noah, his eyes focused on the road, smirked. "You'll see."
Lyla sighed but let it go. He had a way of doing things on his terms. Still, there was something comforting about that—it made her feel like, just for tonight, she didn't have to think.