Bree’s POV
‘Play dumb!’ My brain screams. Zack Lombardi’s eyes hold mine, daring me to look away. ‘He doesn’t know it’s you. Play DUMB!’
Oh, god.
“Pretty Ghost?” He groans and looks at his phone to be sure he got the name correctly.
“Hmm,” I swallow saliva and nod like a moron.
He squints, studying me with deep interest, then he signals for his men to come help me with my bags. Without waiting one minute, I head towards his car. My heart is pounding as if I stole.
“Sure you know where you’re headed?” He scoffs.
I sigh and stop. I’m not sure if he’s making a mockery of me, but I don’t dare look backward.
He walks forward, stops when he’s beside me, and takes a last look at me in silence.
From his cool brown eyes, I see my horrible reflection. My curly hair!!!
I'm certain I’m t
