“Luke… Price.”
Her shoulders stiffen and she wraps her robe tighter around herself. “Mitchell’s friend?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
She thrums her fingers restlessly against her hips as she clenches her jaw and stares at the door to the garage, trying to see through the frosted window. “Cindy, I don’t want you hanging around Mitchell.”
The wind decides to kick up and snowflakes sting my skin as they swirl around us in a flurry. The wind howls against my eardrums and the reflection of the daylight discomforts my eyes.
“Why?” I chatter, rocking my body to attempt to keep warm.
“Because I don’t want you having any association with Mitchell.” She looks at me and I see loathing in her eyes. Or maybe it’s fear. “He’s obviously got a temper and even your father said he was trouble when he was on the te
