Chapter 60 Close Confrontation

• Lyla’s pov
• The trip was tense, with an unspoken understanding that remained from our night together. Lorenzo's hands stayed solid on the steering wheel, and his profile stood out against the dawn light.
• We'd been silent for most of the ride, the aftermath of our vulnerable moment hanging between us like a fine thread. My phone vibrated unexpectedly and Thompson's number appeared on the screen. I paused, feeling Lorenzo's sideways glare as I took the call.