The words had barely left her mouth when my phone chimed from the bed.

Emily lifted my cell and said, “Scratch that. He’s downstairs.” Our eyes met. “It looks like he drove, and that’s why he’s not coming up—there’s no parking outside.”

“Shit, I don’t feel like I’m ready.”

“Oh, stop. If you twirl in front of that mirror one more time, you’re going to make yourself dizzy.” She handed me my phone along with my purse and the lightweight jacket that she’d grabbed from my chair.

“Where would he be driving us to?” I inquired as she walked me to the door. “It’s the city; we take public transportation everywhere.”

“Not the adrenaline junkie who carries a thousand dollars in his wallet everywhere he goes.” We kissed cheeks. “Now, listen, if you have sex in the front seat, watch your head; something tells me he has a sports car, and those can be really low.”

“We both know that’s not happening tonight.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “Have fun, babe.”

I heard the door shut behind me as I made my way to the elevator, taking it down to the lobby, instantly spotting his fancy car double-parked along the curb.

The windows were too tinted to see in, but his handsome face took me hostage the minute I climbed inside. “Hi.” The same was true once I sat down and got a whiff of his cologne, a scent that was woodsy and citrusy.

His eyes didn’t leave mine, devouring me in a way that I felt inside my chest. “You look gorgeous, Whitney.”

Every time he said my name, it felt like he was whispering the syllables against my skin.

I hardly knew anything about this man, but since the moment he had come into my life, something felt different. Like we had spun together in a windy storm, fast-forwarding several months, where the breeze finally spit us out.

“Come here.” His hand reached through the air and landed on my cheek, his body leaning forward to kiss the other side of me. “Coconut,” he whispered before pulling away. “Are you ready to go?”

I nodded, my senses overpowered as he shifted into gear. I kept my gaze on him, wandering over his sports jacket, button-down, and jeans, the shiny black shoes that were on his feet. Not only was he extremely good-looking, but he also knew how to dress.

“Are we going somewhere in Boston?” I asked, observing the way he navigated traffic, learning he had no patience for it.

He downshifted as he approached a red light, and I felt the moment his eyes were on me again. He said nothing for a few seconds and then, “I enjoy surprising you.”

“You know, inside the hospital, I’m rarely shocked. I’ve seen everything. But you managed to do that the other day.”

“I have no intention of stopping.”