Andera's pov.

Thane led me outside, his hand resting on the small of my back, even in my heels; he was so tall that I'd have to tilt my neck if I wanted to see his face.

The orange sunset set the sky in colorful hues. It was beautiful. I wanted to watch the sky with Thane's hand resting on my back, making me feel safe.

He opened the door to his Bentley for me and I stepped in. His cologne wafted into my nose, and I took in a breath full of this familiar scent of sandalwood that always made me heady.

Thane stepped into the driver's seat as...