The car moves off again and I sit back trying to relax. It’s hard to do when every one of my nerve endings is on high alert. My legs are exposed a lot in this floaty dress, and I pull them in tightly against the seat, tugging the hem toward my knees sharply.

“Why all the secrecy?” I ask in attempt to interrupt the way he’s watching me. If I didn’t know better, I would think he was checking out my legs. His gaze has certainly covertly swept the length of me twice since I returned.

“His father, much like mine, owns a majority share of his business. Family money....