The roar of the Lamborghini's engine was the only thing louder than the tension between them. Ruby took the corners with a reckless precision that made Max's blood run cold. She wasn't just driving, she was trying to outrun the ghost of the explosion.
"Ruby, slow down," Max commanded, his hand gripping the door handle so hard his knuckles were white. "You're pushing two hundred."
Ruby let out a sharp, jagged laugh, the sound echoing in the cabin. "What's the matter, Maximilian? Did the big, ice-cold CEO suddenly grow soft? Or let me guess, did the ice finally melt?"
"Yes," Max snapped, his voice raw. "The ice is near a tornado of fire, of course, it's melting. You're the only thing in this world that makes me scared, Ruby. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you. My heart can't take another blast."
