MAYA

I glanced at the rearview mirror, and our eyes met. For a brief second, it felt like Conrad could sense my suspicion. I quickly looked away.

“Why?” I asked quietly.

“Ma’am, please don’t report this to Mr. Blackwood,” he said quickly. “If he finds out I left you unattended and a reporter got close to you, I’ll lose my job. I don’t want to be fired.”

Oh. My fingers slacked against my phone.

Silence stretched between us.

I stared at the back of his head, the tension in my chest easing slightly. I was overthinking it.

The last thing I wanted was to cost an innocent man his livelihood...