Chapter One Hundred and Twenty
Malachi's POV
Two weeks went by faster than I expected.
The private jet touched down in Silver Lake just as the sun was setting. Everyone was exhausted. Ready to be home. Ready to sleep in their own beds.
Pa Wood had arranged for cars to take everyone back to the mansion. The ride was quiet. Sophie fell asleep against my shoulder. Alicia sat across from me. Our eyes met once. Briefly. Then she looked away.
We hadn't been alone since that room. Since I'd had her against the wall. Since everything had changed.
But I felt it. The tension. The awareness. The knowledge of what we'd done hanging between us.
Travis sat next to her. Oblivious. He'd been trying to win her back the entire trip. Bringing her coffee. Complimenting her. Trying to touch her.
She'd rejected him every time. And I'd enjoyed watching it.
We arrived at the mansion. Everyone scattered to their rooms. Too tired to do anything but sleep.
