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?"

his gaze flicking

back to that hilltop you once

tongue. "What's this-feeling nostalgic

going to be a meteor shower tonight, between ten and

words had barely left her lips before Victor's mouth curled

that night on the hilltop-making a wish under the stars. He'd called her naïve, even accused her of being ungrateful. Back then, she

it was obvious-he'd

up on her, and she

not?"

eyes catching the soft pink that had crept into her delicate ear. Without warning, he reached across the console

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

themselves back at that

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

but something changed inside her that night. Back then, she didn't understand

out and pluck them from the velve darkness. The air was crisp and fresh, tinged with the scent of earth.

hood of the convertible, side by side, the

sky laid out before them like a