Chapter 4

The Tesla's high-definition screen didn't flicker.

Callum sat relaxed in the custom leather seat of his Model X, one hand resting lightly on the steering wheel, his face lit by the soft blue glow of the dash.

He didn't yell. He didn't panic. He just looked straight through the camera---straight at me, sitting in my own car parked barely six feet away.

"Honey," his voice echoed through my car speakers, warm and completely smooth. "You really should have called first."

My fingers pressed hard against the leather of my steering wheel. "Callum---"

"Drive home safe, Sloane," he interrupted softly, offering…