Stephanie Rogers had long since given up trying to predict Riley Styles.
The man who could negotiate billion-dollar deals without blinking.
The man feared by competitors and respected by politicians.
The man known throughout the country as the Cold Prince.
Was currently driving her away from Styles Industries during lunch break.
And refusing to explain where they were going.
---
"...Riley."
"Hm?"
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
Stephanie stared at him.
"...Did Ethan tell you to say that too?"
"No."
"...Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"...You hesitated."
"I was considering whether Ethan had ever said something similar."
Stephanie sighed dramatically.
"You really are impossible."
Riley didn't respond.
But Stephanie noticed the almost imperceptible curve at the corner of his lips.
And somehow...
That made her heart skip.
---
The city gradually gave way to quieter roads.
The bustling noise of downtown faded.
Trees became more frequent.
The atmosphere became calmer.
