Reciprocity （n.） – Liam
RECIPROCITY (N.):
N. MUTUAL EXCHANGE OF PRIVILEGES BETWEEN STATES, NATIONS, BUSINESSES OR INDIVIDUALS.
LIAM
Olivia stifled a yawn as I pulled her car in front of my condo.
“Thank you for the ride,” I said to her.
“You’re the one who drove.” Her voice was soft.
“It’s your car, though.” I shifted the gear into park. “I honestly wasn’t expecting for you to have to use it on me anymore.”
“I believe you.”
“Are you going to be okay to drive home?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “I’ll be just fine.”
“I’m not sure I trust you.”
“I got us here, didn’t I?”
“No, I did.”
“But I’ve been awake the entire time.” She leaned against the window. “I’ll be fine. The quicker you get out, the quicker I can get home.”
“You have to get into the driver’s seat to get home, Olivia.”
“And you have to get out first.” She shut her eyes. “I’ll be fine.”
“Olivia—” I stopped talking as her soft snores filled the car.
I sighed and signaled for the attendant.
“Good evening, Mr. Ashton.” He opened the door for me. “How can I help you tonight?”
“Can you take this—” I paused, refusing to call this thing she drove a car. “This metal can on wheels to get detailed overnight?”
“You mean replaced?”
“I would do that, but I think it has sentimental value for her.”
“I’ll make sure they do their best, sir.”
“Thank you.” I handed him the keys and walked to the passenger side.
Opening the door, I unbuckled Olivia’s seatbelt.
She didn’t startle in the slightest; she was knocked out. Sliding my hands under her thighs, I lifted her up and out of the car.
Carrying her past the bellman, I walked to the elevator and took it to my floor.
“It feels so good…” She murmured as we walked inside my suite and I took her straight to my room.
I slipped her shoes off and gently tucked her under my sheets.
For some reason, she looked like she belonged there.
Shit.
Her eyes fluttered open briefly, and then she rolled over.
I was tempted to join her, but I’d fucked up enough for today. Hell, enough for the rest of my lifetime.
I hit the lights and retreated to my living room.
I couldn’t afford to let too much more idle time get away from me. I had to focus on Grant Jenkins.
New trial or not, I had to make sure he was put right back behind bars.