Two hours later
I’m fidgeting in the backseat of the car Cole got for me, wondering where the driver’s taking me. He’s only said one word to me so far—a simple ‘Jacqueline’? to confirm my identity. I take deep breaths, trying to stay calm.
My phone pings with a text from Dante.
*You’ve got this, sweetheart.*
I smile, feeling my courage rising. Dante’s right, I’ve got this.
Finally, the driver slows to a stop.
“Is this it?” I ask, peering out the tinted glass window.
“Yes.”
Holy f**k, what’s this guy’s problem?
“Thanks,” I mutter. I get out of the car, and he pops the trunk open. Can’t say I’m surprised that he didn’t offer to take my bags in.
If this was a car sharing app, this guy would be getting -5 stars.
“Jacqueline!”
Cole opens his arms wide in the distance, and I feel a f
