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Feeling frustrated, I growl and he laughs. “Okay then, but don’t expect anything, Everett.”

“I never do with you, Saylor. Never.”

We take the photos from the receptionist, and when I ask where we are going for dinner he tells me it’s a surprise.

I climb into his car with trepidation. I don’t want to be this close to him. I can’t trust myself.

I recognize where he is driving and I turn to look at him. Surely, he’s not going to take me there?

“Everett, where are we going?”

He laughs. “Have you forgotten the way home, Saylor? It’s not been that long.”

Shit he’s taking me to his house.