She turned to her guard, who was standing stiffly behind her, eyes sharp on Winn. "It's fine," she murmured. The guard's jaw flexed but he stepped back, glancing at Winn once more before retreating toward the edge of the site.
Ivy took a slow breath, gathering herself, and followed Winn.
He didn't say another word as he led her toward his Maybach parked just outside the area. He opened the rear door for her, his hand brushing the small of her back, igniting a tremor that she hated herself for feeling.
She slipped inside and was relieved to find a familiar face behind the wheel. "Hi, Reese," she said nervously, managing a faint smile.
"Miss Morales," Reese greeted. "Nice to see you again."
Of course it was him. Winn hadn't changed a thing—not his driver, not his car.
Winn got in beside her, and the space between them immediately crackled with unspoken tension. "Orchard Estate, Reese," he said quietly.
Reese's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. "Yes, sir."
