But after a few minutes of staring off into space, I mentally slap myself back into reality.
I have a lot to do today.
I tidy up the kitchen and grab my purse, heading for the front door. Outside, a sleek black SUV is waiting, and the polished man in the tuxedo from last night stands beside it, holding the door open. Lionel, I think Benedict called him.
“Is this, uh… for me?” I ask, a bit unsure.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies with a polite nod. “Mr. Worthington asked me to help you pack your things from his younger brother’s place.”
I make a noise. This is all too much. No one is that thoughtful.
How did he even arrange this so fast? Alex would have never lifted a finger. All of Benedict’s kindness suddenly feels overwhelming. “Oh…wow. Well, that’s really nice of him. But I can just call an Uber or something.”
Lionel’s lip curls like he smells something nasty. “A what?”