The car moved smoothly down the road, and she leaned back into the leather seat. The faint hum of the air conditioner relaxed her, and she tried to calm her racing mind. If she wanted to get away from Sean, she'd need to become financially independent. She'd need to regain control of the company and get her home back. Unfortunately, Sean was the only person who could help her with that. She sighed—she'd have to play happy wife.
A cool finger caressed her cheek, and she jumped and opened her eyes. Sean smiled and stroked her cheek again. Though his fingers were cool, her skin flamed beneath his touch. She fought the urge to jerk her head away.
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
"I was just thinking about the conversation at lunch," she said.
"What specifically?" he asked.
"About your promise to invest," she said.
