The Rules of Engagement

POV: NORA

I spend the next thirteen minutes of the drive shooting him furtive glances through the shadows of the backseat, wondering if I should break the suffocating silence. I don’t. The rich scent of expensive leather and his dark, masculine cologne fills the confined space, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. He remains glued to his glowing phone screen, a stone wall of indifference.