Chapter 36

"You really didn't need to escort me, Mr. Bassett. Quentin wouldn't have dared to do anything to me in broad daylight," Willow said while seated in Theodore's car. She never expected him to wait for her outside the café.

"You're overthinking this. It's on my way," Theodore said.

On his way? This took Willow aback. It seemed she'd thought too highly of herself this time.

Clark had to have the worst timing ever. From the driver's seat, he asked, "Ms. Jett, where are you headed?"

"Baker & Associates, thanks." She belatedly realized something as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Earlier, she hadn't told them where she was headed. How would Theodore know it was on his way?

But Theodore was currently leaning against the back seat with his eyes shut and arms crossed. He looked completely at ease. Willow swallowed her doubts.

She'd never been able to understand the reason behind his actions. Who knew what went on in his mind?

Clark drove steadily. They quickly left the concrete j