Renee drove with one hand on the wheel and the other picking at her lip, her mind spiralling and obsessing over the thought of Lloyd Sterling. This was a man she’d dreamt about for years, though she still wasn’t sure if they were dreams or nightmares, coming back into her life again.
She’d pictured the moment she’d face him again a thousand times, imagining finally taking back the part of herself he’d shredded with every shove, every insult, every cruel little game he played at her expense.
Her jaw ached from clenching, her fingernails picking at her skin as she drifted through the streets on autopilot, too deep in her vengeful daydream to notice anything else.
Which is probably why she didn’t notice the first cough from under the hood.
Then came the sputter, followed by a dramatic gri
