Jackson leaned back against the headrest, tapping his fingers thoughtfully against the steering wheel as he navigated the light evening traffic. Before they had even arrived at the compound, he had used his phone to place a generous online food order, calculating that it would take roughly an hour to arrive at Belle's place. The roads back to the city were surprisingly clear, the asphalt reflecting the amber glow of the highway streetlights in long, unbroken ribbons.
