CHAPTER 8: The getaway plan
Dax was thrilled when I informed him that I'd be meeting him at the beach later that night. A few minutes after we arrived, I was thinking I had made a bad decision. It was not my kind of scene.
Then, one second, we were walking through the gathering of partying townspeople and bonfires when someone grabbed me by the arm. I had barely recognised her as the infuriating woman from the cafe when she announced that i was her boyfriend, then she kissed me.
Soft lips. Intoxicating smell. Surprising strength. And absolutely no warning.
For a heartbeat, I just froze. Dax might have very well been a stature, a shocked stature.
The woman in my arms; her eyes were shut tight, and her small hands gripped my shirt like she was hanging onto a lifeline.
After the sho
