I was surprised she didn’t mention Leah, and I was trying my hardest not to ask her anything about her.While the plane was descending into LaGuardia, Riley’s hand gripped her armrest and she closed her eyes, exhaling slowly out of pursed lips. “I hate landings.”“It’s okay,” I whispered and placed my hand over hers. She didn’t look at me, say anything, or even move my hand away.The car Josh sent was a sparkling white Benz with pitch black windows. The driver got out and opened the door for us to climb in, then he put all of our luggage into the trunk.“Wow,” Riley said, looking around the interior of the car. “Swanky.”“Josh is very…flashy.”“Your BMW is just as nice, Weston.”I smile, surprised. “Thank you.”Riley shrugs and buckles her seatbelt while we pull away from the curb.“I want to give you a pre-warning about Josh. He’s very…forthcoming.”“So, he’s just like you? I’m in trouble.”“In all seriousness, showing him those claws will only make him want you more.
