Chapter 75

Maeve’s POV

I stood there frozen for a beat, my pulse thundering, before hurrying after him, my bare feet silent on the carpet.

When we reached his car, he did something shocking—he opened the door for me.

“Thank you,” I whispered, sliding into the leather interior.

I watched him round the hood of the car, my eyes glued to him through the glass. He moved with that same effortless, broad-shouldered