Heena watched Tisha walk up the garden path, each step measured and unhurried. The walk of a woman who had nowhere left to rush to because the evening had already given her everything she wanted.
At the door, Tisha paused. Her hand rested on the handle. Then she turned her head and looked back at the car.
Their eyes met through the windshield.
Tisha smiled. Not the wrecked, breathless grin from the back seat. Something simpler. Warmer. The smile of a friend leaving another friend in good hands.
She mouthed a single word: 'Enjoy.'
Then she winked, turned the handle, and disappeared inside.
'This woman,' Heena thought, her jaw tightening. 'This absolutely shameless, impossible woman.'
The front door clicked shut. The garden lamp cast its warm glow over the empty path. And Heena was alone in a car that still smelled like everything that had happened in it.
She was a woman alone in a car with him... A predator.
