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?"

wheel, his gaze flicking from his watch to her.

back to that hilltop you once took me

tongue. "What's this-feeling nostalgic with

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

left her lips before Victor's

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

back, it was obvious-he'd been

on her, and she

not?"

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

slow, amused grin spread across his lips. "Of course.

found themselves back at that quiet,

Elise Harrison out of the pool, the e sting of laughter and ridicule from the others. Victor

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

if you could reach out and pluck them from the velve darkness. The air was crisp and fresh, tinged with the scent of earth. She took a few

against the hood of the convertible, side

laid out before them like