Arlene's POV
Warner and his father appeared exactly at one forty, just as he promised. He wore completely different clothes from when he left earlier.
The valet brought my car around, but Warner smoothly intercepted my keys before I could take them.
"I'm driving," he stated matter-of-factly, and I didn't argue.
"How do you feel?" he asked as we settled into the car.
"Stuffed," I confessed. The meal they served was incredible, and I couldn't stop eating. Something inside me craved more and more food, like my body was demanding extra fuel. "Can we discuss what she did back there?"
"Absolutely not," he shook his head firmly as we drove away from the ranch.
"All you need to know is the situation has been handled. Maybe avoid the news for a few days."
I immediately reached for my phone, but his hand shot out to stop me. Instead of confiscating it completely, he placed it in the cup holder between us.
"Warner—"
