"I've already called a taxi," I said, startled by Lowe’s sudden appearance.
"You can cancel it." Lowe stepped out of the car with a disarming smile, taking my luggage and placing it in the trunk before I could even think to protest.
If he hadn’t been driving such a ridiculously luxurious car, any passerby might have assumed I was being kidnapped.
Lowe opened the rear door for me with the practiced ease of a chauffeur. "Come on, don't be shy.
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