THE car screeched to a loud halt at the parking lot of Amelia’s compound. The lights washed over the quiet space for a few seconds before the headlamps finally went off and the engine died down, leaving behind a thick, ringing silence.

“Finally,” Charles announced, stretching slightly in his seat.

Amelia laughed, loosening her seatbelt.

“Yes, we are home finally.”

He turned to her fully, his face lit with a smile that looked almost boyish in the dim glow from the dashboard.

“Was a good night out, right?”

She tilted her head away deliberately, pretending to think.

“Maybe.”

Charles chuckled.

“Oh come on, babes. Tell me, please,” he pleaded, drawing...