Emily’s POV

The underground parking garage beneath our building was freezing cold and quiet as a tomb.

I stood by the glass elevator doors, clutching the strap of my canvas tote bag until my knuckles turned white. Parked in his reserved spot right near the exit ramp was Daniel’s matte-black executive sedan.

The driver's side door opened, and Daniel stepped out. He smoothed down the front of his dark suit jacket, his icy gray eyes locking onto mine across the dim concrete space.

"You're two minutes late," Daniel said smoothly, opening the front passenger door for me.

"I was putting my books away," I mumbled, keeping my chin tucked low...