SARAH
Perfect.
This was definitely not on my to-do list for today.
Luke HawkThorne takes further steps away from his pick up truck. There’s a glint in his eyes that makes me feel like the rabbit spotting the wolf.
I know he’s not their father, still he seems to have the same aura they do. The one that keeps you glued to the spot even when you know you should run for your dearest f*****g life.
What is he doing here anyway?
When I do not answer him, his smile broadens.
“Sarah,” he drawls, making my stomach turn. His gaze shifts to the car behind me, as if assessing the situation.
“Car trouble?”
I fold my arms, partly to keep my hands from shaking. I can’t let him see that I am actually very afraid of him. From the little I know, he is the kind of man who would feed off my fea
