Annabelle’s POV
“Where are we going, Stefan?” I asked, looking at him. I knew he wouldn’t answer, but I was curious.
“Surprise, wait and watch,” he said with a smile as he briefly glanced my way. He maneuvered the car with ease, his citrus masculine scent filling the entire car.
After driving for 15 minutes, we arrived at lower Manhattan’s Battery Park, turning onto West Street. We discussed our trip earlier while I noted my surroundings. Not that I knew anything about New York City! After a few minutes, he drove straight through the gates and into the underground parking of a huge building complex. I checked out the glow sign above the gates. It read, ‘The Solitaire’. He stopped and switched off the ignition. Now whose house were we going to?
“Where are we? Are we visiting someone?” I
