My head jerked up.
I recognised Ashton. My ridiculously attractive neighbour.
‘I think... someone I know might’ve been in an accident.’ I swallowed my rising panic. ‘I need to get to the Grangers’.’
The second I got enough brain cells online to function, I fumbled for my phone and ordered an Uber.
I stood up, wobbly, and made it two steps before Ashton caught my arm. ‘Let me drive you.’
‘I’m fine, I can—’
‘It’ll take ages to get a ride from here,’ he said, already pulling me towards the lift like I’d agreed. ‘My car’s downstairs. It’s faster.’
He wasn’t wrong. Also, I wasn’t in the mood to argue. Not when my nerves were having a full-blown seizure.
As the lift descended, Ashton made a quick call—something low and calm in that velvet voice of his.
When we reached the lobby, a sleek black car was already waiting at the kerb. A guy who looked like his assistant handed over the keys, then melted into the night.
‘Passenger side,’ Ashton said, nodding at the car.
The night air slapped some
