Chapter Seventeen
He wasn’t a bad guy, he knew that. There was something uncomfortable about realizing Alison had a different perspective of him now, that she believed something without knowing the entire story.
“Bennett, wait!”
The parking lot was full. He turned around in the snow, taking in Alison slipping in her ridiculously high heels. She wore a red low-cut shirt and a black skirt that was made for the summer. He took a step away from his car, watching the ridiculous way she walked.
“You realize you’re wearing the wrong shoes for this weather?” he called out. “You’re going to fall on your ass. Just stay where you are.”
As he walked toward her, he passed others heading toward the school auditorium. He knew her uncle was now the elected sheriff, and he still wasn’t sure how to fee
