Chapter 24 The Drive Into The Sunlight

• It was a perfect summer day, and Aria felt her spirits lift as the car sped out of London. Stefan was an excellent driver, keeping within the speed limits, and soon they’d left the city behind and were driving through open country. Aria studied his sure grip on the steering wheel—he had beautiful hands, with long elegant fingers. Clever fingers, and a wave of heat washed through her at the memory of how those fingers had felt, on her, in her. She squirmed in her seat, and he cast her a quick sideways glance. Time to get her mind onto other things. “So, this party next week—is it something special? Your birthday, maybe?”
• “No, not my birthday.”
• “How old are you anyway?”