CINDY’S POV
Alaric and I noticed the incoming storm, and we both knew: it’s time to disappear. Fast.
We slipped out the side door like we were escaping a crime scene.
The second the warm morning sun hit my face, I felt it: that thick, syrupy tension between Alaric and Vicky.
She was leaning against the hood of his G-Wagon, arms crossed under her chest, head tilted just enough to let her hair spill over one shoulder.
Ric stood way too close, one hand braced on the car beside her head, the other lazily twirling a strand of her hair around his finger like he’d done it a thousand times instead of, you know, twelve hours.
Jesus. Twelve hours and the man’s already gone.
Alaric caught me staring and didn’t even pretend to be embarrassed.
“Gorgeous day, innit? Proper Sunday vibes. Beach? R
