Chapter 32

“Where are we going?” Roman asked, his tone casual, but his grip on the wheel was anything but. Blair barely looked at him. “The diner in town.” Silence settled between them, thick with unspoken tension. Roman followed Keira’s car as the town blurred past with old storefronts, familiar streets to her, but she didn’t pay them any attention. Her fingers tapped restlessly against her thigh. Roman drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his leg, exuding that infuriating calmness that only made her feel more unsettled. Because he was the reason she was still buzzing. She was angry with him, but she wasn’t at the same time. She hated it. She hated that even now, after everything, he could still make her feel safe, wanted, and completely out of control. Roman finally glanced at her. “You’re quiet.” Blair huffed. “Maybe because I don’t know where to start.” “Then just start.” His voice was steady. Unapologetic. Her head whipped toward him. “Fine. What the hell was that, Roman?”