It was early autumn, and though Viola was wearing long sleeves, she could still feel the warmth from Arthur's hand through the fabric.
Instinctively, she shook off his hand.
"Sorry," Arthur said, realizing the awkwardness and quickly withdrawing. Then, he added, "Today's events were my fault, and it's understandable if you don't want any further involvement with me. But this place is quite remote. Were you planning to walk out of here?"
Viola glanced around. The area was completely desolate—walking would take all night, if not until morning.
"In that case, I'll take you up on your offer, Mr. Burton," she replied, making her decision and stepping into the car.
Arthur followed her in and took the driver's seat. "Where to, Ms. Abbott?"
"Regal Bloom Appartments," she said.
Regal Bloom A
