My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 859

Tristan’s eyes flickered, then he flashed a carefree grin. “You really want to know?”

“Of course I do,” Emily replied.

He turned his head slightly, his striking, deep-set eyes locking onto hers—like there was a storm brewing beneath the surface.

With a gentle curve of his lips, he asked, “Why do you want to know so badly?”

Emily blinked. “Huh?”

He leaned in, narrowing the gap between them, his gaze never wavering. “Are you really that concerned about what I think of you?”

Emily instinctively leaned back as he drew closer, her breath catching in her throat.

The playful glimmer in Tristan’s eyes only deepened. The longer she stared, the more she felt burned by the heat in his gaze, her own eyes fluttering.

She drew in a slow, steadying breath, looked away, and took a step back.

Tristan lowered his eyes, a faint, knowing smile still tugging at his lips.

“If you won’t tell me, then forget it,” Emily said, sounding nonchalant.

Then she added, “But just so you know, if I ever catch you talking behind my back, you’re in trouble.”

Tristan shrugged, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. He draped an arm over her shoulders. “Who knows? Maybe I will.”

Emily rolled her eyes, brushing his hand off.

A few moments later, Tanner smacked his own forehead, sounding regretful. “Should’ve thought twice before bringing this car.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Tristan asked.

Emily walked over and saw for herself—the Ferrari’s trunk was laughably small, barely big enough for a single suitcase.

Tanner sighed. “Guess one of the suitcases will have to ride up front.”

“Not exactly practical,” Tristan commented drily.

Tristan eyed him warily. “What are you up to?”

Tanner pressed something into Tristan’s hand and gave him a sly look. “See how good I am to you?”

Tristan looked down. It was a hotel keycard.

He flipped it over, and sure enough—the number matched Emily’s room.

Tanner nudged him with an elbow. “Come on, man. I’m giving you a golden opportunity. Now you can go see her whenever you want.”

Tristan scoffed, instantly catching on to Tanner’s scheme.

Without a word, he stuffed the card back into Tanner’s pocket. “Get your head out of the gutter. Take it back, I’m not using it.”

But Tanner just took the card out again, trying to force it into Tristan’s hand a second time. “Don’t be like that, keep it! Call it a little gift from me.”

Tristan shook his head, frowning. “Absolutely not. If I take this, what does that make me? Get rid of it—I’m not doing it.”