Outside, the night was quiet. Inside the car, Mia Grant and Silas Grant pulled apart.
The kiss was brief, a fleeting touch.
It was filled with affection, not desire.
But Silas knew it wasn't a goodnight kiss, but a form of thanks.
As for what she was thankful for, her thoughts weren't hard to guess.
They both understood without saying a word.
His thumb gently brushed against her lower lip, and the man's voice was low and pleasant.
"Sweet dreams."
She didn't know what kind of magic Silas Grant possessed, but that night, Mia Grant truly had a wonderful dream.
In her dream… she'd won the lottery.
She spent the entire night figuring out how to spend the money.
When she opened her eyes again, her roommate was calling her, saying she was going to be late for her 8 a.m. class. Only then did she wake from her beautiful dream, rushing to wash up and run toward the academic building.
