The drive back to the company was silent, too silent even.
Bella kept her gaze fixed on the window, watching the city blur by in streaks of glass, steel, and light. She didn't trust herself to look at him. Not after what he had pulled. Not after he had dragged out secrets she had buried in the deepest corners of her heart.
Her fingers twisted tightly around the strap of her bag as if it were a lifeline. Every so often, she stole a glance at his reflection in the window.
Jake's hands were steady on the wheel, his jaw set in a line of unreadable calm. To anyone else, he would have looked like a man simply driving back to work.
But Bella had seen the flicker of guilt in his eyes before they left the restaurant. It haunted her now, nearly as much as her own words haunted her.
