Seraphine had been on that call for a reason. Corvine had worked himself into a full-blown panic and she'd spent the entire drive carefully talking him back from the edge.
She'd been so completely inside that conversation that the rest of the world had simply ceased to exist for her. The trees rushing past the windows, the dark stretch of road ahead, everything outside that car had blurred into background noise she wasn't tracking.
Which was the only explanation she had for how she'd ended the call, turned her head, and found herself looking at a fully grown, completely naked Alpha male sitting behind the wheel.
The dashboard light was the only thing keeping the car from being pitch dark, and she was grateful for that but still. There was a naked man beside her. That fact alone was doing something loud and uncomfortable to her nervous system, and she hadn't quite figured out what to do with it yet.
