“I’ll need your home address so I can have the car pick you up this weekend.” Alex suddenly spoke up as we got inside

I hesitated for a moment, not entirely comfortable with the idea of giving him my home address because of Dawson. “Actually it would be easier for me if I just met you at the office instead. That way you don’t have to worry about coordinating the pickup.” I suggested

Alex paused, his brows wrinkling as he stared at me in silence. “Very well,” he finally said. “Be here by 6 p.m. Don’t make me wait.”

“Okay, I’ll be here,” I assured relieved that he didn’t insist...