Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 489

After their stroll, they returned to the car.

Victor lounged in the driver's seat, looking relaxed and slightly overheated. He'd undone two buttons on his shirt sleeves, and his hand rested lazily on the wheel. With a sidelong glance, he drawled, "Ready to go home now, Mrs. Fitzgerald?"

His words jogged Isadora's memory. She glanced at him, her tone layered with meaning. "Which home?"

Victor arched an eyebrow, not quite following her line of questioning.

She was thinking of that photo-the one taken at the Fitzgerald estate.

Victor seemed determined not to spoil the rare, easy mood between them by stumbling into a trap of his own making.

"Your place," he answered.

Isadora shot him a look. At least he knew when to play it safe.

Just as Victor started the engine, foot hovering over the gas, Isadora broke the silence. "Can we make one more stop?"

gaze flicking

sparkled. "Can we go back to

his tongue. "What's this-feeling

to be a meteor shower tonight, between ten and midnight. That spot has

before Victor's mouth

her naïve, even accused her of being ungrateful.

was obvious-he'd been

up on her, and she snapped, "Well? Are you coming

not?"

his dark, lazy eyes catching the soft pink that had crept into her delicate ear. Without warning, he reached across the console and gently pinched her earlobe-warm, soft, startlingly hot

slow, amused grin spread across his lips. "Of course. If Mrs. Fitzgerald commands it, how could

found themselves back at that quiet, open

and ridicule from the others.

ever felt so free. She couldn't say that was when she fell for him, but something changed inside her that night. Back then, she didn't

sky stretched overhead, studded with stars like scattered gemstones-so close it felt as if you could reach out and pluck them from the velve darkness. The air was crisp and fresh, tinged with the

the convertible, side by side, the

sky laid out before them like a living