Chloe
The crisp evening air brushed against my skin as I stepped out of the restaurant, my heels clicking against the polished pavement. The rush of freedom I'd felt moments ago, walking out on Leo, was beginning to fade, replaced by an ache I couldn't ignore. No matter how much I tried to focus on my plans, my thoughts always drifted back to Jake.
I slid into the backseat of my car, the interior smelling faintly of leather and vanilla from the scented air freshener. The driver nodded at me through the rearview mirror before pulling into traffic. I reached into my purse, pulled out my phone, and dialed Jake's number.
It rang twice before he picked up.
"Chloe," he said, his voice as sharp as ever.
"Jake," I replied smoothly, leaning back in my seat. "I was wondering if you've made up your mind yet."
He sighed. "Chloe, I told you I needed time…"
