Chloe’s POV
Drake did not tell me where we were going.
That alone made my pulse quicken.
He arrived just after sunset, dressed differently from usual. No suit. No sharp lines. He wore dark jeans, a plain shirt, and a jacket that softened him. His hair was slightly tousled, his face partly hidden under a cap. When he looked at me, his eyes were alert, excited, almost reckless.
“You need to dress down,” he said quietly.
I smiled. “You do not want me to be seen?”
“I want you to be invisible,” he replied, looking at my eyes.
That made me want to be anything but.
I chose a simple dress that hugged my body without screaming for attention. No jewelry. Flat shoes. My hair pulled back. I looked ordinary enough to pass by without notice, yet close enough to temptation to make him tense.
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