Chapter 18 Her Demand

• [Gabrielle’s POV]
• I wait as Trent stares straight ahead, his fingers clutching the steering wheel in front of him so hard that his knuckles begin to turn white. It is clear that he didn’t expect me to ask such a question, but I didn’t want to deal with lies or deceit from him anymore.
• “Well?” I push as he turns a corner into a high-class neighborhood with large mansions that belong in shows about desperate housewives. “I asked you a question.”