Ninety Four

"You told me there was another way besides waiting for her husband to leave, right?" I said as he put me in the back seat of the car.

This time he was chauffeured in his fancy limo, and the astonishment seeped into me a little because, hell, why did he have to have a chauffeur when it wasn't that far from his office? But it was thrown to the side of the road when I remembered something.

Rhysand sat by my side with a frown.

"Why? There must be another way, right?"

"Why are you so excited? Didn't I say that we shouldn't rush into it?"

I snorted. "But I can't wait any longer, Rhys."

"Baby," one of his hands wrapped around my waist and he lifted me to be on his lap. Seeing that he wasn't bothered at all by my weight made me a little weird. Am I really not that heavy? "There has to be a process. We have to pay attention to the invisible details that might otherwise be overlooked." His hands brought my head to rest on his chest, making me stare at the beautiful New York City with snow. "And