Chapter 3

Ten minutes later, a sleek black Maybach glided to a stop in front of me.

The window rolled down, revealing Ethan Carter's chiseled profile.

"Get in," he said.

He didn't even spare me a glance.

I hesitated for a second, then opened the passenger door and slid inside.

The car was warm, carrying a faint hint of cedar cologne. It was so different from the strong, spicy cologne Alex always favored.

"Buckle up," he said.

I obediently fastened my seatbelt.

The car pulled away and merged into the traffic.

I snuck a glance at him. He wore a dark gray…