Inappropriate Conduct
He pulled into the underground garage, killed the engine.
They sat there for a beat—neither moving, the sudden silence louder than the city had been.
Then Avery turned to him.
“You sure about this?” she asked, voice low, steady, but with a tiny tremor underneath that made his chest tighten.
Levi met her eyes—dark, searching, daring him to lie.
“Are you?”
She didn’t answer with words.
She leaned across the console and kissed him—hard, hungry, like she’d been holding it in since that hallway standoff weeks ago.