As they drove through the quiet streets, the tension in the car was thick. The dim glow of the streetlights cast long shadows across Delilah's face, highlighting the furrow in her brow and the tight line of her lips.
Hunter's confused eyes were fixed on her, trying to decipher the myriad of emotions playing across her features. "Why would you think that? Are you suspecting me of doing what Chloe said?" He asked in a low voice instead of answering the question.
Delilah glanced at him briefly before returning her gaze to the road. She shook her head, recalling Madam Quinn's warning about not telling him about their meeting.
She was fast realizing that keeping secrets from him was becoming increasingly difficult, especially when those secrets might determine the course of their relationship.
