Hannah’s POV:
Taylor was outside my house in the black Audi SUV at seven sharp, just like Anton had said he would be.
Not that there was even a single doubt that he wasn't serious, it was just unimaginable to me to be everywhere exactly on time. Me showing up five minutes late was a blessing in most cases.
"Make sure you tell Tricia I won't be home until Sunday night." I told Patrick, grabbing my overnight bag and my purse.
"I will. You know she'll call you anyway." he said, leaning against the wall with his 'thinking face'.
I sighed, "You look like there's something you want to say."
He nodded slowly and said, "Annie, you and Mr. s*x God have something."
I frowned, slightly confused, "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I don't want you to miss this opportunity because of Dylan
