My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 464

By now, both of them were perfectly comfortable behind the wheel of this car.

Emily Blair glanced down at her phone and fired off a quick message to her driver, telling him to head home and bring the car around to her place the next day.

She walked over, opened the car door with practiced ease, and shot Tristan a teasing smile. “What brings you here to pick me up tonight? Didn’t you say you were afraid I’d rope you into working overtime?”

Over the years, Tristan Davis had become her favorite verbal sparring partner, but tonight he seemed unusually quiet. “How’s the user feedback looking?” he finally asked.

Emily buckled her seatbelt, stretching tiredly. “So far, so good. No new bugs have popped up.”

Tristan just grunted in acknowledgement and started the engine without another word.

After an exhausting day, Emily didn’t have the energy to push him. She leaned back, letting her gaze drift out the window, watching the blur of headlights and city lights as they sped past.

It was a long, silent stretch before Tristan spoke again, his words almost forced. “Emily, did you get the rights to that Black & White Rabbit game?”

Emily’s eyes flickered, just for a moment. “No, things changed.”

She turned her head, nestling into the seat’s headrest, studying the sharp lines of Tristan’s profile. He really was striking. The neon lights outside flashed across his face, deepening the shadows around his eyes. The soft, dim glow inside the car made it hard to see clearly, but Emily noticed how his usually full, warm lips were pressed into a tight line, like he was holding back a storm.

“What changed?” he asked.

Emily just watched him quietly, saying nothing.

Tristan’s frustration simmered over. During a red light, he shot her a look. “Why aren’t you answering me?”

His tone was gruff and impatient.

Emily couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “What exactly do you already know?”

She’d realized long ago that Tristan’s instincts were razor sharp. There was no way he hadn’t pieced together her connections with the Lane family, or with Andrew Lane himself. Any secrets from her past were probably an open book to him—and to the Davis family, for that matter.

Tristan’s jaw tightened, his expression darkening with something close to anger.

“The light’s green,” Emily reminded him softly.

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