Chapter Twenty
Jessa
The driver pulled through the open gates, slowly proceeding up the long driveway. Stone’s mansion stood three stories high, yet it looked right at home, nestled into the surrounding hills. Spotlights pointed out various foliage adorning the nooks and crannies of the front side of the house. Double wooden doors pulled open, and Stone stood there, barefoot in blue jeans and a white button-down shirt left untucked. He looked relaxed and happy to see me.
My body warmed as I watched him coming out to greet me. He opened the door for me, and only then did I see the large black bag in his hand. “Hi.”
His eyes sparkled. “Hi.” He placed the bag in the backseat I’d just vacated. “Here you go. You’ve got the address and the number to text once you’re there. Someone will come
