Nora's POV
The car idles in front of my house as James steps out and circles around to my side. He pulls open the passenger door with practiced ease, extending his hand toward me like some kind of gentleman. I stare at his outstretched palm and deliberately ignore it. Sure, the alcohol is making my head spin and that bizarre vision still has me rattled, but I can manage to get out of a car without assistance.
"Should I escort you inside?" His voice carries that familiar arrogant undertone that sets my teeth on edge.
I arch an eyebrow at him. "Inside? Don't you mean just to the front door?"
That infuriating smirk spreads across his face. "Interesting. So you're more sober than you're letting on."
"Disgusting," I snap back at him. "Planning to prey on an intoxicated woman."
