Chapter 11
Viola hadn’t planned on going out. Her weekend was supposed to be quiet — her laptop, a blanket, a glass of wine, maybe some music low in the background. But then Samantha showed up at her door, already dressed like trouble in a black leather mini skirt and a deep red crop top that screamed confidence.
“Get dressed, Vi. We’re going out,” she declared with a wicked grin, barging in before Viola could protest.
“I didn’t agree with anything—”
“Exactly. That’s why it’s a surprise.”
Viola narrowed her eyes. “What about Mack?”
Sam snorted, rifling through Viola’s closet. “You mean the growly control freak with abs carved out of a rock? He doesn’t need to know. Tonight is for you. Just us. No bodyguards, no brooding stares, and definitely no one trying to ‘protect’ you from havin
