Travis drove his sleek vehicle back toward Ganzani Bay, keeping a smooth pace so Jillyanna could retrieve her own car and head home. But once they arrived in the dim parking lot, he didn't let her turn the ignition just yet. With a practiced precision, he conducted a thorough walk-around inspection, scanning the wheel wells, doors, and undercarriage to ensure no tracker had been planted and no one had tampered with the vehicle in their absence.
Satisfied, he opened her door and leaned inside. "Your car is clear. Nobody rigged it," Travis said softly. Without a second thought, he reached across her console and pulled her seatbelt down, fastening the latch with an easy, fluid familiarity.
Jillyanna didn't pull away, but she leaned back slightly into her seat to give him space, her pulse quickening slightly at his proximity. "Thanks for checking. I'm going to head out now. I'll text you when I find a pocket of free time. Drive safely on your way back."
