Chapter 33 Fire And Ice

Madonna Saint Elise POV

“We should go, then.” He maneuvers down and starts sliding in.

I move or get sat on, so I slip across the seat to the other side. “Fine.” I cross my arms over my chest in protest. “But you’re dropping me off first.”

As soon as he shuts the door, the car pulls away from the hotel. “You got it, babe.”

I glance back through the back window, realizing the last of my sanity was left under the hotel carport. Turning my eyes to the cracked screen of my phone, I tap lightly, hoping it works until I can get back to Canada to buy a new one.

I sit back, watching the world pass by outside, and release a breath that had been weighing on my chest.

“Is it that bad?”

Angling my head to face him, I ask, “Is what that bad?”

“Sharing a car with me?”

I could stick it to him by saying something snarky, but I ease up, already tiring of the fight. “I have a lot going on.”

“We all do.”

Annoyance wrecks my composure, and I roll my eyes. “I get that, but you asked me specifically if sha