Timing Is Everything

Chloe gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, her knuckles white against the smooth leather as she navigated through the light traffic.

Her mind was spinning, replaying the scene with Delilah over and over. And then there was the encounter with Delilah's stupid husband.

What the hell had he been thinking, addressing her so familiarly in front of Hunter? Did he think they were close enough f the nonsense? She couldn't afford to have anyone— especially not Delilah's husband ruin her mother's carefully orchestrated plan.

Hunter was her ticket into the top one percent of society, and she wasn't going to let anyone stand in her way, not even someone as inconsequential as Blake.

As she drove, the tension coiled in her chest like a spring ready to snap. Why had he even spoken to her? Had she not made it clear enough that he was beneath her? Shouldn't he have used his common sense to understand that she was deliberately claiming not to know him?