Chapter Three
Dayton
Travis told him all had proceeded as planned; in fact, he said there had been few transfers that had gone as well as Bobbie’s. Even picking up her car couldn’t have gone any better, Dayton thought, as he pulled it into the driveway. All he’d needed was to see one of Bobbie’s friends — one of the nosy hens in the clique — and it would have complicated everything. But, he’d driven the car home without any incidents, and had parked it exactly as she always did, slightly crooked and way too close to the front wall of the garage. It drove him crazy, it really did.
“Dickhead,” he said aloud.
He’d just had his fiancée kidnapped and sent off to some sort of training facility, and here he was, being such a dickhead that he was complaining about her parking skills. She was
