By the time Dennis dropped me off at the villa, the night air was thick with silence. The streetlamps cast long shadows across the driveway, their glow muted by the towering trees surrounding the property. It was already past ten.
"You should stay the night," I suggested, glancing at his sportbike. "It's too late to be riding around."
Dennis opened his mouth to reply, but his expression shifted suddenly. His gaze darted past me, alert and cautious.
Frowning, I turned to see what had caught his attention.
Cayden stood in the open doorway of the villa, arms crossed, his figure framed by the golden light spilling out from inside. His expression was dark, unreadable, though a flicker of something I couldn't quite place glimmered in his eyes.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised. It wasn't like him to come back this late.
"Oh?" Cayden's voice was low, almost mocking. "So, if I weren't here, were you planning to invite your boy toy to stay over?"
Boy what? I blinked, confused. What on earth was he talking about?