Ava slowly lifted her head, only to find the space in front of her empty. She blinked rapidly, scanning the area but no sign of him.
Maybe I imagined it, she thought, shaking her head softly. With a sigh, she took a step forward.
“Hey, sexy.”
Her heart skipped. A drunken man stumbled toward her, swaying with a filthy grin plastered across his face. Disgust flickered in her eyes as she instinctively turned away. Without sparing another glance, she hurried in the direction she had last seen Zac.
The path led to the parking lot. Just as she arrived, her eyes caught a glimpse of him, slipping into a sleek, black Rolls-Royce. Without thinking, Ava picked up her pace. Her pulse pounded as she gripped the door handle and opened it.
God, am I doing the right thing? She slid into the passenger
