Rose’s POV
We’ve been on the road for over four hours and it’s freaking boiling in this car.
Wiping my sweaty palms discreetly on my pants, I want to tug the fabric away from my sticky neck.
But I don’t want to complain or seem like I’m bothered in any way.
No. I need to play it cool. Be in complete control.
Not show that I’m inwardly panicking like hell at the fact that I am in the same vehicle with Luca, on the way to his home…under the guise of finding his mate for him.
Oh god…I need air.
My hand moves to the car door, wanting to press the button to make the window go down, but resisting, balling my fingers into a fist to prevent myself.
Was this a mistake?
I glance at Luca’s handsome profile.
No. This is a good plan.
But maybe I’m not ready to go back to his home just yet.
