Rhiannon's POV
This was exhausting. This was insane actually. This was absolutely out of hand.
Her legs were aching, a consequence of dance after dance. It was like a scene out of a fairytale, dancing the night away with her Prince Charming.
But even fairytales have villains.
She would have known the truck anywhere. She hadn't seen Tyler in the venue anywhere, but it didn't mean he wasn't there. She didn't see him here in the parking lot, either.
"Let's go," she urged John.
"Do you want me to do something about it?" John asked.
"Do what? There's nothing to be done. He probably just parked it here to catch a ride with someone else or something. He's not worth considering." Rhiannon marched towards John's car.
He strode ahead of her, opening the passenger side door for her.
John set
