The moment Suzy stepped out of the airport, she spotted Adam Bennet's car.
Not only that—Adam himself was standing beside it.
Tall and refined, dressed impeccably, he stood out in the crowd like a composed stroke of ink on clean paper. Even in the chaos of arriving passengers, he looked unhurried, self-contained—almost scenic.
He lifted a hand and waved lightly.
Suzy quickened her steps toward him.
"Was everything smooth over there?" Adam asked. He had been about to take her luggage—only to realize she was empty-handed.
Suzy smiled. "It went pretty well. Smooth enough."
"Get in," he said with a slight nod. Adam had driven himself today. No chauffeur. Suzy instinctively moved toward the back seat.
"Front," he said calmly.
"…Oh." She paused, then opened the passenger door and got in.
She had barely fastened her seatbelt when Adam reached over and lowered the passenger-side window for her.
The same gesture.
