“Shit,” he muttered. “I—”
“Okay,” I said before he could say something that I probably didn’t want to hear.
“Okay?”
“If you want a picture of just me, you need to move out of the shot.”
He didn’t say a word as he backed away from me, but I could feel his eyes burning into my skin as I placed myhands on the windowsill behind me and smiled at the camera.
The car rideback to the city was awkward and silent. Hayden typed on his phone while I stared out the window, watching the scenery rush past.
“Where are we going?” I asked as we turned down a street that definitely did not lead toward my apartment.
“Home,” Hayden said, not looking up from his phone.
“This isn’t the way to my place.”
“We discussed this already,” he said. “The agreement was that you would move in after the wedding.”
“Look at me, Hayden.” I refused to have this conversation while he gave half his attention to whatever he was doing on his phone.
He lifted his head. “I’m looking.”
God, give me strength.“Moving in after the wedding doesn’t mean I agreed to going straight from the church to your place. Do you seriously expect me to walk through your lobby in my wedding dress?”
His expression didn’t change. “Is there a problem with that?”
“It’s not exactly the first impression I wanted to give my new doorman.”
“What was your plan then?”
“I was planning on going back to my apartment to change and pack, but you sent my driver away.”
“You thought we were going to leave our wedding inseparate cars? That wouldn’t have been suspicious at all,” he said dryly.
“Everyone at our wedding knew it was fake. Who were you trying to pretend for?”
He didn’t reply, just returned his attention to his phone. “I can have someone pack your things and deliver them tonight.”
“No. I don’t want a stranger in my private space.”
He didn’t even spare so much as a glance, just kept typing away like I wasn’t even there for the rest of the drive.
The car stopped in front of the mirrored glass building where he lived. I could count on one hand the number of times I’d been here. In the past, Hayden had mostly come to me.
Hayden shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to me without a word.
“I’m fine,” I told him. “The cold doesn’t bother me.”
“Just take the jacket, Sunday School.”
A part of me wanted to refuse, but I also didn’t want to fight for the sake of fighting. So I took the damn jacket and pulled it on over my dress. I was immediately surrounded by the familiar scent of pine and expensive cologne. I’d always loved how Hayden smelled.
I pushed that thought away as I stepped out of the car.
Hayden was at my side in an instant, his fingers lacing with mine. He led me to the elevators and drew my hand to his lips, placing gentle kisses all over my fingers while we waited. It was like the sort-of argument in the car hadn’t happened.
The second we entered his penthouse, he dropped my hand.
