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?"

shifted his grip on the wheel, his gaze

to that hilltop you once

clicked his tongue. "What's

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

lips before Victor's mouth curled

her naïve,

back, it was obvious-he'd been jealous, even

she

not?"

glanced over, his dark, lazy eyes catching the soft pink that had crept into her delicate ear. Without warning,

across his lips. "Of course. If Mrs. Fitzgerald

back at that quiet, open

remembered that night so clearly-Magnus Wainwright pulling Elise Harrison out of the pool, the e sting of laughter and ridicule from the others. Victor had swept her away, up here, as if he owned the world, wild

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

reach out and pluck them from the velve darkness. The air was crisp and fresh,

leaned against the hood of the convertible, side by side, the city's

starry sky laid out before them like a