The short ride from Mark’s firm to his condo seemed to take forever, yet, at the same time, I was enjoying every minute of it. When we left his office and gotten into the elevator. I leaned into Mark, sliding my arms around his waist and resting my cheek on his shoulder. Mark put his arms around me and I could feel him trembling against me. I reluctantly stepped away from him before the elevator opened, but once out of the building Mark took my hand as we crossed the street to the garage. Mark led me over to the Firebird, but when he let my hand go to open...