Sandy's POV
The landscape blurred past as Charles gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles stark white against the black leather. I stared out the passenger window, my pulse hammering against my throat. His Range Rover had been waiting outside my house when I emerged, though I couldn't bring myself to ask why he'd been there.
Stealing a sideways glance, I caught the rigid line of his jaw, the shadows dancing across his sharp features. Something dangerous flickered in his dark eyes, something I'd never witnessed before. It made every question die on my tongue.
"Quit staring at me like that," he said without warning, making me jump.
I whipped my head toward the window, pretending the passing trees held all my attention. My heart threatened to burst from my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like thunder.
He'd called me his woman. Right in front of Dominic. The possessiveness in his voice still echoed through my mind, leaving me confused and breathless.
