[Gabrielle’s POV]
I wait as Trent stares straight ahead, his fingers clutching the steering wheel in front of him so hard that his knuckles begin to turn white. It is clear that he didn’t expect me to ask such a question, but I didn’t want to deal with lies or deceit from him anymore.
“Well?” I push as he turns a corner into a high-class neighborhood with large mansions that belong in shows about desperate housewives. “I asked you a question.”
“I have my ways.” Is all he says before pulling into the driveway of one of the houses and turning off his car. “Instead of giving me the third degree, you should be thanking me.”
“Thanking?” I repeat, raising a brow. “And why exactly should I be thanking you? Did you do me any favors?”
It was almost laughable that he expected such things after
