The Uncle Clause — The Five Minute Ride

Get down. Not unless you give me a birthday present. A sports car. Get your license and I'll buy it.

I studied him from the crowd. Sharp nose, thin lips, a clean jaw. His eyes found me again. He frowned, just slightly.

I used to trail after Isabella just to be near him. He never treated me like the help's I was obsessed with him and never told a soul told myself I'd be brave enough to say it one day instead I got the news of his wedding. Have fun. Need money? Come find me. He was already turning The crowd erupted the second he left. I slipped away toward campus

Leaving. Want a ride? No, thanks Halfway up a mountain. Where are you catching a cab? Vienna, didn't you say you wanted to ride with my uncle?

I never said that. Across the road, he stood with his back to us, smoking, on a call. I'll take a cab. Zoe Salvador!

She dragged me to his car anyway. His eyes landed on me. My heart clenched. Five minutes.

He didn't even lower the phone all the way. Dante cursed and floored the gas. Silenced the whole ride. Wind hit.

I tugged my hem down. Cold? Enzo, heat up. A glance at my legs.

Don't dress like that, that again. Every trick I had, seen through in a glance.