“Did someone blackmail you to take me home?” I asked. “Can’t I do something nice for someone?” “For me?” I raised a brow, forcing amusement. “Please.” His jaw ticked. He shook his head, his gaze dropping to the ground. When it came back up to me, it was so heavy and humorless it pinned me to my spot. “I had every intention of coming back for you three years ago, Gianna.”
