"We're having lunch," Noah said evenly.
Chloe bristled. "Stop the car."
He didn't brake. Instead, he watched her through the rearview mirror, searching for a flicker of hesitation. When she saw he had no intention of stopping, she didn't waste her breath arguing. She yanked the door handle. "You know I won't listen to you," she snapped. "Three years ago, I would've jumped. I still will."
Noah slammed the brakes. The memory of that day still
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