ALICE POV
I step out of the pack house, following Alex through the back exit. The warm morning sun filters through the trees, casting playful shadows on the ground. Alex glances over his shoulder with a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with a hint of laughter.
"I just want to keep you all to myself," he says playfully. "Can't have the others stealing you away right under my nose."
I laugh softly, shaking my head at his theatrics. "Is that so?"
"Absolutely," he replies, his tone serious but his smile betraying his amusement.
We walk towards the garage, which is filled with an impressive array of sports cars and luxury vehicles. Among them, Alex heads straight for the sleek black Jeep. He opens the passenger door for me with a flourish, like a true gentleman.
"Your chariot, love,"
