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 from his

sparkled. "Can we go back to that hilltop you once took me

clicked his tongue. "What's this-feeling

heard there's going to be a meteor shower tonight, between ten and midnight.

before Victor's mouth curled

under the stars. He'd called her naïve, even accused her of being ungrateful. Back then, she didn't really understand what

was obvious-he'd been jealous,

crept up on her, and she snapped, "Well? Are

not?"

had crept into her delicate ear. Without warning, he reached across the

spread across his lips. "Of course. If

themselves back

out of the pool, the e sting of laughter and ridicule from

she fell for him, but something changed inside her that night. Back then, she didn't understand the feeling. Looking back now, she realized

felt as if you could reach out and pluck them from the velve darkness. The air was crisp and fresh, tinged with the scent

against the hood of the convertible, side by

sky laid out before them like a living