Chapter 17
Skye's POV
The door swung open all the way and a man stepped out.
He was tall‚ middle-aged‚ wearing a crisp black suit with a white shirt and a thin black tie.
He wasn't Thorne.
The breath I had been holding for the last thirty seconds came rushing out of me so fast that I almost made a sound.
It wasn't Thorne.
It was just a driver. Just a normal‚ professional‚ harmless driver.
Thank God. Thank God. Thank God.
The man walked up the short path to our porch and stopped at the bottom of the steps. He gave a small‚ polite nod and folded his hands in front of him.
"Good evening‚" he said‚ his voice calm and practiced. "I'm here to pick up Ms. Moore."
Mom smiled warmly. "Oh‚ how nice. You must be from the company then?"
"Yes‚ ma'am. My name is Philips."
"Philips‚" Ethan
