Chapter 32

MIRANDA

Ace noted the white sedan following us pulling up to the curb down the street from the Astor house but he didn't say a word. He was the definition of the word calm, pulling up to the gate of the house, driving up the gravel driveway once they parted, and parking outside the door with the type of confidence that made a man like him dangerous — lethal. Before getting out of the car he shot me a warning glare — one that told me to be patient and wait for him to open my door for me.

As if he thought I'd ignore his warning, he rounded the car in a jog and pulled the door open with a breathtaking grin. I rolled my eyes, finding it adorable and sweet that he still believed in chivalry — or just being a decent man even when the world would pin him as anything but. Even when I pinned him as the villain. I learned the hard way that he wasn't, though. That he would never be my villain.

Ace's