Maeve Lane looked at him with ambiguous intent, "You've been waiting here all along?"
"Yeah."
She raised an eyebrow, seeing that Julian Fairchild had no intention of saying more, so she didn't bother with unnecessary words.
She made a stylish move to get on, "Hold on tight."
The man gave a slight "mm."
Maeve quickly started the car, and the sleek black vehicle shot forward like a graceful panther!
Trees melted into the night, rushing past in a dark blur.
When Maeve took Henry Hughes for a ride, he seemed a bit unsteady, but Julian was different. He wore a helmet and didn't even budge.
Then, a pair of large hands gently held Maeve's waist.
The warmth penetrated through the clothes, still blazing.
She half-squinted her eyes, her mouth curling slightly with a hint of teasing, "What, are you scared?"
Julian's hands momentarily paused; if Maeve turned around at this moment, she would undoubtedly see the slightly awkward expression on his face.
He said, "Yeah."
