Zane grew even angrier. Any good atmosphere that might have been building was completely destroyed by her words.
At first, he had only wanted to fasten her seatbelt for her. Now...
He narrowed his eyes and drew back. "Fasten your seatbelt," he said stiffly. "The last thing I need is to be responsible for your death in a car crash!"
Georgia Thorne, "..."
Zane's personality was very direct. He showed his emotions freely—like, dislike, and anger were all written plainly on his face.
Not like Elliot Sheridan. She had been with him for nearly three years, and to this day, she still couldn't decipher his moods.
A sharp pain lanced through her head. 'Why am I thinking of him again!'
Georgia didn't give him the address of the apartment she was renting. Instead, she had Zane drive for a while before asking him to drop her off at an intersection.
It wasn't too late. If she hurried, she could still catch the subway.
