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That feels weird to think.
I dig out this great pair of brown boots I also bought in high school that looks so cute with the skirt. They have a low heel, so I don’t wear them a ton, but they’re comfortable enough, and since we’re going to some house Silvan’s family owns, it’s not like I’ll be walking in them a ton anyway. Probably just from the car to the house, and once Silvan sees me in my whole outfit, I’ll take the boots off since we’ll be inside.
I wonder what the house is like.
Big, probably. He said they take hunting trips there, so it probably sits on lots of land.
I need to finish getting dressed so I can get out of here.
I zip up my skirt and turn in the mirror to check my reflection as I smooth down the material. The skirt rides low on my hips, and I grab a soft V-neck T-shirt that’s cropped so some of my stomach shows.
Since Silvan has gone to the trouble of setting up a romantic getaway for us this weekend, I want to at least put in some effort. I so seldom do, and he never seems to care, bless him.
I grab a lightweight navy-blue jacket and pull it on over my cute outfit, then I pull my blond hair out of the coat and let it hang free. I look myself over in the mirror and think I look super cute, so with a smile and one last glance around the bathroom to make sure I’m not forgetting anything, I head for the bedroom to grab my bag so I can get downstairs and meet Hugh.
“Oh, shoot.”
Damn birth control.
I run back to the bathroom to grab it and shove it in my purse since I already packed my toiletry bag. I shove my bottle of water in my purse, too, and then I’m ready to go.
There’s an extra pep in my step as I turn off all the lights in the apartment and head out the door with my bags. My cute heeled boots make more sound than the comfier shoes I usually favor. I feel like I’m going out on a date for the first time in a lifetime, and it actually feels… good.
I smile and look at my pretty painted nails as I tap out a text to Silvan. “Heading to meet Hugh now!”
A strong gust of wind hits me as soon as I step out of the building.
Of course, it’s windy when I’m dressed like a girl.
I flush as I juggle my bags to free up a hand so I can push my skirt down, then I look around for Hugh intending to make a joke about putting on a show for him, but… he isn’t here yet.
A black car is parked on the street, but I wasn’t paying it any mind since I was looking for a stretch limo. Hugh has only ever picked me up in a stretch limo.
The front door on the driver’s side opens and a guy gets out. I’m only half paying attention because that’s clearly not my ride, but then the guy turns around and my stomach drops to my toes. I recognize him.
Joker.
I’m frozen in place as he heads toward me. There’s something naturally predatory about him that makes me uneasy, but then my gaze lands on his hands, and my fear spikes.
He’s wearing black leather gloves.
Move!
My instincts wake up a little too late, and I stumble back a step in my stupid heeled boots.
Of course, the day I wear heeled boots is the day I get an impulse to run for my life.
I’m 5’9”, so I’m hardly short, but he’s taller than I am with a longer stride, so before I can gather my wits and choreograph my getaway, he’s closing in on me. “You must be Sophie.”
“Nope,” I chirp, backing away from him.
He grabs my arm to stop me, shoots a look behind me to survey the scene (and note any potential witnesses?), then brings his gaze back to me.
Not suspiciousat all.
“I’m here to give you a ride,” he says.
I try to pull my arm free, but his grip is too firm. “No, thank you.”
