217.Chapter 217

Hunter's black Mercedes waited outside, engine purring—he'd gotten there quicker than she'd expected.

Once inside, he glanced at Lyra in the passenger seat. His thoughts wandered to her upbringing in that poor, remote town—where the fanciest ride was an electric scooter. Without thinking, he asked, "Need help with that seatbelt?"

But his worry was overblown. Sure, she'd grown up isolated, but she'