My phone buzzes.
Remy:Made it home.
I stare at the message for longer than I should, then pocket my phone and drive home through empty streets, wondering why the hell I almost hit my best friend over someone I barely know.
CHAPTER 6
Remy
My alarm goes off at six-thirty on Monday morning, which is earlier than I’d like but later than I’ve been waking up naturally. It turns out, trying to track down a security breach while avoiding your ex-boyfriend is excellent motivation for insomnia.
I’m halfway through my second cup of coffee when my phone buzzes.
Unknown Number:Good morning, Miss Ray. This is Joshua, your driver. I’m downstairs whenever you’re ready.
I stare at the message for a solid ten seconds before my brain catches up. Driver? I definitely didn’t order a car service.
I pull up my email, scanning for anything I might have missed. Nothing. No calendar invites, no transportation confirmations, and no explanation for why a driver is waiting outside my apartment at seven in the morning.
I save the contact on my phone in case I ever need the driver’s number. My phone buzzes again.
Joshua:The Jacobs brothers arranged this. They wanted to ensure you have reliable transportation to and from the office.
Of course they did. Because arranging a driver for a new employee is a completely normal, not-at-all-excessive, response to seeing my car.
My car has character. It starts most of the time. That’s all I can really ask for.
I type out a response.
Me:That’s very kind, but I have a car. I can drive myself.
Joshua:I understand, Miss Ray. However, Mr. Enzo was quite clear that this arrangement is non-negotiable.
I stare at the phone, torn between annoyance and a sense of being cared for. I’m sure this decision came after Enzo got a good look at my car on Friday.
Me:Fine. I’ll be down in ten minutes.
Joshua:Take your time. I’ll be here.
I grab my laptop bag, double-check that I have my security badge, and head downstairs.
Joshua stands beside a black SUV that’s identical to the one we took to the airport last week. He opens the door with a warm smile.
“Good morning, Miss Ray.”
“Good morning, Joshua.” I slide into the back seat. “And please, call me Remy.”
“Remy it is.” He closes the door and moves around to the driver’s seat. “Coffee is in the cup holder if you’d like. Black, no sugar, right?”
I look down. Sure enough, there’s a travel mug sitting in the center console, steam rising from the lid.
“How did you?—”
“Mr. Breck mentioned you prefer it black.” Joshua pulls smoothly into traffic. “He said you drink it like you’re personally offended by the concept of creamer.”
A laugh escapes me. “He’s not wrong.”
The drive to Jacobs Security takes twenty-five minutes, and by the time we pull up to the building, I’ve cleared my inbox and feel slightly more in control of the chaos that is my life.
