I traded my pants in for a sleek pencil skirt and some dressier shoes, deciding on a pair of classic high heels. Cade appraised me with an approving eye when I walked out, finding him waiting by the door. He opened the door for me, a smirk playing on his lips. Breezing through I headed toward his car with him hot on my heels. We slid in silently and he began to drive, the car headed toward our destination in no hurry. Unconsciously I began to fidget with my hands, picking at the cuticles on my nails; Cade’s free hand covered mine.
“Stop fussing Sloane” he said knowingly, his eyes cutting to me briefly then down to our linked hands. I sighed.
“I can’t,” I huffed out. He knew it too, he knew exactly why. His mother put me on edge, and not just a little bit; but something about her seriousl
