Catherine's POV
I hadn't even walked five minutes when a car horn blared behind me. I didn't bother looking back. The sound came again, but I still kept walking, hugging my arms to my chest.
The third honk came, longer this time, and I finally turned around to see Julian's car.
Of course.
He slowed to a stop beside me, rolling his window down halfway. His hair was slightly ruffled like he'd been driving fast, and the collar of his shirt was unbuttoned, the fabric loose around his throat. His eyes flicked over me, then to the empty road.
"Get in," he ordered like he was my boss.
I exhaled and shook my head. "No, thanks. I can walk."
He gave a quiet scoff. "Are you really going to be stubborn about this? Save yourself the stress and get in."
I didn't reply. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently, watching me.
"I said no. I'm fine," I repeated, more stubbornly this time.
"Right," he muttered, putting the car in gear. "Fine, walk then."
