Haines had no idea how he got back into his car, still in a daze. He only realized he was already on the road when someone honked at him. Jolting slightly, he blinked, finally aware that he was heading home.
"Haines," he muttered, shaking his head. "You're going to kill yourself at this rate."
Letting out a deep sigh, he refocused on the road. At the very least, driving gave him something to occupy his mind. But when he finally reached the Bennet mansion and pulled over, he remained seated inside, making no move to step out.
Slowly, he touched his cheek, still feeling the lingering warmth and softness Grace had left there. Even her scent clung to him. Or was it his clothes that smelled like her? Frowning, he glanced down at his suit, catching a faint whiff of her perfume.
"..." Pressing his lips into a thin line, he closed his eyes with another sigh. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel before he let his forehead rest against it.
